All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.

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.

Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.

This pen is my only outlet, my only voice, because I have no one else to speak to, no mind but my own to drown in and all the lifeboats are taken and all the life preservers are broken and I don't know how to swim I can't swim I can't swim and it's getting so hard. It's getting so hard. It's like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what's the point of screaming if you'll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.

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