It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn’t understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the same...

I had never been interested in boys and had no notion that I ever would, seeing being in love and loving as a great tangle in which you could lose your head as well as...

He says nothing but I know he is listening. Words are the only medicine I have.‘You make sense of a world that is senseless. You gave me space boots so that I could walk on...

It’s the fricking reality that destroys plans.

I collect words–they are sweets in the mouth of sound.

,Por qué el ser humano es tan cruel,joder?,Por qué?