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?

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...