And she doesn't care how uncool it might sound..

“Your Grandmother’s prayers are still protecting you.”

I want to be loved and to be left alone.

The soul is happy by nature; the soul is happiness itself.

It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.

She was strange and beautiful and those were human qualities that I had never seen Weaved together before. She became terrifying to me, not because I feared who she was, but for the sake of love, I feared what she could do to me.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

She has saved me from everything that is not here.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.