Nature is a perfect example of the harmony between the beautiful and the brutal. You turn over a pretty rock and there are worms writhing underneath.

It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you.

Don't let your life pass you by, weep not for the memories.

All the fear has left me now, I'm not frightened anymore. It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh, it's my mouth that pushes out this breath.

I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet

You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here.