In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.