We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.
I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.
There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.
Never fear being alone, because you never are.
People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.
Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.