(...) I do want to leave, in the desperate way that an animal wants to escape a trap. Wild and rabid. Ready to gnaw through bone.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

Secular progressivism, which attempts to remove God from the public square, is not consistent with the principles that established the USA.

CEOs of large corporations earn 400 times what their workers make. That is not what America is supposed to be about.

Success is buried on the other side of frustration; unfortunately some people don't do what it takes to get to the other side.

Generality is, indeed, an indispensable ingredient of reality; for mere individual existence or actuality without any regularity whatever is a nullity. Chaos is pure nothing.

Many people treat their bodies as if they were rented from Hertz - something they are using to get around in but nothing they genuinely care about understanding.

The eating of burning brimstone is an entirely fake performance.

I have no regular schedule. I get up whenever I can.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border that we cross.

People read with their ears, whether they know it or not.