There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.

The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that.

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

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

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

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not accommodate myself to it. And now I will have to be that person forever.