“History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon.”

Alice came to a fork in the road. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. 'Where do you want to go?’ responded the Cheshire Cat. 'I don’t know,’ Alice answered. 'Then,’ said the Cat, 'it doesn’t matter.“

the courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.

Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.

The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.

I want you to love the untold side of me. Beauty is for everyone. Just lovers and poets can appreciate the darkness.

Revolutions have never lightened the burden of tyranny; they have only shifted it to another shoulder.

me: i’m stressed