Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

To create something beautiful about despair or out of a feeling of despair is for me the most hopeful life affirming thing a person can do

I love you still, Against my will.

Your hair is an act of God.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.