But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.

The goal was to get sane, to get whole, to be complete enough to support someone else.

You do it how you can do it, so long as it's getting done, you're okay.

The only way to live a life without regret is to make sure each unit of time that passes is being converted into product

The important thing was that we were alive...

No blur of inexactness, no cloud of vagueness, is allowable in good writing; from the first seeing to the last putting down, there must be steady lucidity and uncompromise of purpose.

I always feel a responsibility to the people I write about. I feel obligated to portray them in the way they feel is proper.

I'm a guy so I equate vulnerability with fear.

I wish that every director was as interested in doing as much in camera and with physical objects as much as possible as J.J. Abrams is.

Insincerity in a man's own heart must make all his enjoyments, all that concerns him, unreal; so that his whole life must seem like a merely dramatic representation.

Photographs open doors into the past, but they also alloq a look into the future

Romance is a universally unspoken language understood by all living organism on this planet except heterosexual men.

There ought to be a law against necessity.