I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

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.

To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.