I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.

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 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.

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.

Music is a safe kind of high

Knowledge is the switch that turns on the light

Love is the intoxication of God.

That is the secret of happiness and virtue - liking what you've got to do.

Pleasure, that immortal essence, the beauteous bead sparkling in the cup, effervesces soon and subsides.

If you can think it, you can do it

God planted a dream in your heart for a reason. No one else can dream it for you. No one else will accomplish it for you.

My mother taught me to always be strong and always work hard. She's been working hard her whole life for me and my brother. I'm a lot like her in that I work hard for what I want. She taught me that.

The same parts of my brain get as excited as when I study bio or read a novel and write a paper on it.

Gold--what can it not do, and undo?