In which I discover a place that i've always known, but never all.

There is no shame in desire, only in denying it.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral, four for birth.”

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing.

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.