my words are unerring tools of destruction

“If the Greeks knew despair, they always did so through beauty.”

“tell me what you ever hoped to achieve trying to fly with cracks in your glass wings”

“There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood.”

“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words.”

I think to be a poet is a very beautiful thing Because a poet wants to be right but does not want to win And that is a very strange thing That is a strange and beautiful thing

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”

“Is that what writing amounts to? The voice your ghost would have, if it had a voice?”

“Finally, in a low whisper, he said, “I think I might be a terrible person.” For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”