Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

My favorite songs change every year.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

Let me tell you one thing about why writers write: had I known the answer to any of these questions I would never have needed to write a novel

I don't love you, you know. I'm merely crazy about you.

Life is a perilous voyage.

Put no obstacle in her path and this will surely die a natural death; obstruct her, and it will give the situation an importance to worth fighting for.

They defend their errors as if they were defending their inheritance.

Horses are a mirror of who you are. They're emotionally dependent on you.

If you don't have a mobile strategy, you're in deep turd.

Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that? Well, he gets it from the landlady once a month.

I think everyone keeps on growing. I've grown about 0.0000001 mm?