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.

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 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.

They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

Loving was so joyful and charming.Forgetting is so tearful and never ending.

You won't get perfect by beating yourself up

The perfect church service would be one we were almost unaware of. Our attention would have been on God.

The cultural transformation from the love of power to the power of love is the drama of our time.

I'm an appalling cook. I can just about create a glass of orange juice and a ham-and-cheese sandwich.

It [love] is a disease to be born with patience, like any nervous complaint, and to be treated with counter-irritants.

I've always considered myself a nonfiction artist.

In a zero-sum game, the problem is entirely one of distribution, not at all one of production.

Find something you’re passionate about and you know, do something.

I was to be a photographer and that was that. It did everything for me. I love people. I needed the camera more than ever I would have believed.