All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

I was motivated to be different in part because I was different.

I don't feel very optimistic in London.

Quality is abundant. Time is the new scarcity.

If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?

I'd rather regret doing something than not doing something.

I will talk and act, not on my knees, but with prudence.

Find something good within your life and give every ounce of positivity you have towards it, then watch how your life changes.

You're the father of the person who is my life.

American art, like America, must wait and live a while longer.

Foul whisperings are abroad