It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.

Nothing says hell has to be fire.

I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.

I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home.

The thing is, all memory is fiction.

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

It's a sad thing to watch your best friend turn into somebody you don't know anymore. Or even want to know.