I don't want to leave.

My mom says . . . there are bad people who hurt others for fun . . . and there are good people who do it by accident. Like, they make a mistake? I think you're a good person.

Penelope? Thank you. For not leaving me alone to deal with this . . . when things got hard. other people would have. You're a true friend.

GRIEF TAUGHT ME TO LIVE NUMB. Death takes more than just the one life. It thieves tiny particles from the ones left behind until you feel only half alive.

Forging fake smiles to hide painful truths doesn't take away the hurt, but sometimes safeguards our emotions from those adamant not to understand.

Writers obviously have to bear witness to the harsh face of the age.

I don't think of myself as an evil monster and I hope I'm not.

Love the sea? I dote upon it--from the beach.

Life is a manifestation of unity.

Being dead is the most airtight defense of one's own aesthetic.

When hope makes friends With patience, Hope will be able To live indefinitely.

That kind of language is what makes us laugh. Like, "Well, just eFax that to me, and I'll take a look at it."