My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.

Make peace with your body, it's not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.

You can't make homes out of human beings.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.

Poetry is like a portrait of a moment or person, and the poem is almost like looking at a photograph; it slaps you in the face and kisses you at the same time. Nothing else does that, with that brevity. Songs try to do it, but that's three minutes. A poem, you read it and it kind of changes your life and you don't know how it happened and you can never forget it. It's like the best song lyric, the best line from a film-everything in the world that's short and great put together.

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

And you tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.