You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

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.

For better or worse, he was my soul mate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.

My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.

His ignorance covers the world like a blanket, and there's scarcely a hole in it anywhere.

Actually everybody has a story, a fairy tale in their heart that they adhere to.

In my experience, good executives don't make mistakes.

It's a simple exercise; a little logic, a little taste, and the will to cooperate.

I have seen incredible bravery from very young guys, the young generation that people write off.

Well, today, the diocese is more than ever a microcosm.

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death.

In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.