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

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.

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

Time goes on even when we do not.

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.

I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.

His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.