It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At what point do you give up— decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

Learned and sociological accepted lines, boundaries, internal perimeters, and partitions diminish the creative space within our minds that's poised and ready.

Importance of the random: keep brushing up against people, books, experiences we don't yet know what to do with.

Education for all seems to be the product of a type of distributive justice that is in no way related to the individual.

We have to live and let live in order to create what we are.

Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.

I've already done everything there is to do. Now it's just a matter of doing what I love to do.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

I wanted to make connections between Whale's past and present.

She's not the one I want." His words came out terse. "It's you. It's been you since...since the minute I first saw you.

Film actors reach a certain level, but they don't get beyond it unless they work in the theater.