Made Of Star Stuff

When I was in Norway at the Gojira show a guy in the pit grabbed me & said “open your mouth”

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.”

I’m most dangerous when I’m hungry. I’m most hungry

Sometimes I — accustomed as I am to the little lies I and others tell — have a longing for sincerity that brings me to tears. I feel smothered by all the little compromises my life is made of and it makes me want to fight back — uselessly, foolishly — by telling once and for all the truth, the whole truth, holding nothing back, indifferent to whatever might happen next.

"I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don't like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired."

"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."

"I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do."

"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"