If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.

I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

I didn’t see the point of judging and analyzing a single moment in someone’s life.

When you're young it's easy to confuse passion for love.

The woman I was seems hopelessly naive. I envy her.

They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of circumstance, and the parts never fit back quite right and the life you live is a stolen one. You don't deserve to walk among the living, and you know it.