“You will always be okay It took me years to realize that”

“The unfolding of the bare human soul… that is what interests me.”

“My father tells me that I’m too loud but he hasn’t yet figured out that I inherited it from him, that some traits were passed down 
to his daughters even though he wanted to see them 
in sons. 
Had I been a boy, he would’ve told me 
to shout louder, 
the the world wants to hear 
what a man has to say. I’ll keep shouting until someone listens, until I wake up god from a peaceful night’s sleep. 
He created all men equally, where do I fit in?”

“Your idea of goodbye was ignoring me until I gave up”

“People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.”

“…I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”

How all this life would vanish, evaporate, if I didn’t clutch at it, cling to it, (…)

If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.

People shrink when they are unable to express their loneliness.

You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other.