I still believe in love. I always will. It's my blessing and my burden.

I feel like my head is finally the right size. I feel like it finally fits around my mind.

A writer has a use for his experiences that most civilians simply don't; he or she discerns material in situations that others simply live through. Perhaps there are some who disapprove of this, but without this double consciousness, literature would not get made at all.

Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

I preferred that my bad dreams be vague.

He knows, as all the cleverest ones do, that no human being is so interesting that he can't make himself more interesting still by acting retarded at random intervals.

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.