As much as some people would like to believe, for their own peace of mind, that the appearance of evil in this world had a clean cause, the truth was never that simple.

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

Look at Picasso. O’Neill. Tennessee Williams. Capote. Were these shiny happy people spreading sunshine? No. Only the greatest of personal demons can force you to do powerful work.

Always live your life with your biography in mind.

…deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It’s something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.

People don’t realize how easy life is to change. You just get on the bus.