I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

I could say his body was perfect and every part of it beautiful, because it was. Not because he had no flaws, but because I wanted him so desperately I couldn’t see any.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.