Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.