It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. Ha ha. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more & more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it.

Home was the absence of a thing that should have been there. Going home was going into nothingness.

You say that I showed you the light, but all it did in the end was make the dark feel darker than before.

Gaiaeon is not a being that grows. He does not learn and he does not communicate in the interest of others. He claims to feel, to know of suffering. He is a liar. He's laid waste to incalculable lives, simply because they dare to breathe and experience the life given to them.

I’m not doing anything, I’m not doing anything. My body’s made of crushed little stars and I’m not doing anything.

because the young people everywhere wanted to be older, the dinner party wanted to be a raindrop, the sex wanted to be a hug, the interior to be the surface, the doorway wanted to be a goose — and truly believed it could be an excellent goose if given the chance —

And if you’re like me, they told you you wouldn’t be loved until you love yourself. And if you’re like me, you know this is a lie, because love is not a reward, it is a gift.

We are blissful and good and beloved!

Nothing ever ends, child. It just changes, becomes something new. To be alive is to endure in perpetuity, in some way or another.

And if they laugh at me, I’ll make your heart my home

I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved.

You see the sad in everything, a genius of love and loneliness

I wonder if there's a single place in the whole world that's never had a story. I bet not. I just about guarantee you there's no places like that in America. Every little square of it, every place you stomp your foot, that's where something happened.

Life’s hard when you’re soft

I won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you.

I looked at you and knew you were the only thing that mattered then; there was no one for me but you

That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive.

There is a word I know. But I can’t say it. I can’t think it. I’ll just keep drawing horses.

By just existing, there is love in this world. Isn’t that beautiful?

I'd like to, though. I want to feel somebody's hands on my cold body. I want somebody to hold me. I want somebody to hold my heart, raw and flesh, in their hands and look at it, shaking as they do. I imagine it would be quite scary.