But I am tired of everyone being gone, and I am tired of everything that has tired me out for the last five years of my life.

When someone you love has died, there is a certain grace period during which you can get away with murder. Not literal murder, but pretty much anything else.

Do you need anything?" she asks. A mom A dad. Someone. Anyone. Can you arrange for that? "Nah, I'm good.

Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don't enter anymore.

Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living.

Because I'm living, and I sure as hell don't have a clue how to feel anything but empty.

Another deserted sentence. Another side effect of death. Words go AWOL.

No, I am not all right, I want to say. Have you been to my house? Have you seen how empty it is?

Because maybe it's in the stories that the people we love are still alive.

Because this is what I believe - that second chances are stronger than secrets. You can let secrets go. But a second chance? You don't let that pass you by.

But I don't feel like dealing because dealing requires too much energy, and energy is what I lack.

Truth is ever to be found in the simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things.

Just as trees need roots in the earth, man is also a tree and needs roots in existence or else he will live a very unintelligent life.

I'm half good and I'm half bad. My mama is a very good girl and my daddy is a very bad boy. And I guess that leaves me somewhere sort of...here.

If i can't be your true love, i want to be your worst nightmare.

God will not move unless I say it. Why? because He has made us coworkers with Him. He set things up that way.

Nobody ever arrives at a very big idea through a conscious, rational thought process. It comes from your unconscious.

I have a new rule where I only follow fashion people on Instagram.

Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?" "Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.

It's gut instinct that helps me determine how to write a story. I love the surreal because I am faced with the challenge of making the unbelievable believable. That challenge is thrilling.

People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don't know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage.