I have been one acquainted with the night.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it - to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once."

It’s so much darker when light goes out than it would have been if it had never been shone.

My eyes always are on the lookout for you

I could live almost completely in imagination.

Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?

I was born good, but had grown progressively worse every year.

It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.

I like the night, I have clearer ideas in the dark.

We sometimes weep in front of a mirror, not to inflame self-pity. But because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not we are homesick most for the places we have never been.

I was so desperate to be understood that I would grab people and shove them inside my heart - where they stuck out like a splinters, and it would hurt every time I felt anything.

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's being crueler than I have been to me

If you simply do not understand why someone grieving so much, for so long, then consider yourself fortunate that you do not understand

"What If I told you I'm incapable of tolerating my own heart?"