I’ve always liked being alone; but I like being alone with you better.

We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.

Weakness doesn’t mean that you’re bad it means that you’re human

I don’t like being here— or anywhere very much, at the moment—

You probably looked at me and saw a storm. The kind of storm that cracks your roof and breaks your windows. I will ruin everything inside your home, everything you have ever loved.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

As similar as they are, words and emotions are worlds apart. And as close as they can be, as close as they try to be, they’ll always be separate from one another. Sort of like us.

You will survive your terror, and come out grand, simply grand.