You are not what you want. You are what wants you back.
Reading is entering into the consciousness of another human being.
The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (…) beautiful.
How can we read when people need our help? It’s a luxury. A stupid luxury.
I want to be loved so badly, it verges on mild insanity.
Let’s see if I can write about something other than my heart.
The world is harsh and inconsiderate, and you can rely only on your family.