falling (free)

“Who hasn’t ever wondered: am I a monster or this what it means to be a person?”

“You’ll notice that I haven’t talked about love. Or about happiness. I’ve talked about becoming – or remaining – the person who can be happy, a lot of the time, without thinking that being happy is what it’s all about. It’s not. It’s about becoming the largest, most inclusive, most responsive person you can be.”

“Trauma sends you letters, without warning, for the rest of your life, usually disguised as something else.”

“But I imagine madness is a way of seeing everything at once. One does not become mad, one goes mad, like a place, like a museum where all the paintings are real and nothing is roped off.”

“Brooklyn’s too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away. My mother said I could be anything I wanted–but I chose to live.”

“I, in my solitude, am almost going to explode. Dying must be a mute, internal explosion. The body can no longer stand being a body. And what if dying tastes like food when you’re really hungry? And if dying is a pleasure, a selfish pleasure?”