Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

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.

Love, as life, is a journey. Finding true love for the ever after is an amazing achievement.

Good buildings come from good people, and all problems are solved by good design.

Excellence or virtue in a man will be the disposition which renders him a good man and also which will cause him to perform his function well.

My parents were missionaries - I was born in the States but I grew up in Brazil.

I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake,I pray?

Break from self rejection, try some introspection.

The machine enslaves, the hand sets free.

I have a huge music library and deliberately choose the piece of music to match the piece I'm writing. So, every book I write has its own "soundtrack."

If they don't read, if they don't love reading; if they don't find themselves compulsively reading, I don't think they're really a writer

Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered - and I was delivered to you - to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.