Love is always real, even when it doesn’t last.

Foolish. Stupid. I knew it. I knew my reaction was unreasonable, bu the heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing. Blaise Pascal said that, and I've always found it to be true.

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up.

If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask.

We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

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