Insane for your sweet, sweet love!

Hope can make people do terrible things.

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

Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it's the only story you know how to tell.

Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.

Why sleep when there are books to read.

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.