My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.

I feel like I've been split open and stuffed with sunshine.

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.

I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

I’ve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.