“I was the owner of my own darkness.”

I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.

The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

Being a Christian means accepting Christ as your savior, your God. Thats why you are called a Christian. If you remove Christ, theres only ian and that means I am nothing.

You want the industry to finally admit that you’re good. But I’m still good without their admission.

When you fully accept the dimples on your thighs and the tiger stripes that radiate from the centre of yours chest, it becomes an empowering experience.

I think that other girls and boys my age will maybe see that I’m so accepting and be accepting of other people, too.

Maybe the key to happiness is learning to appreciate life for what it is rather than what it could be.

The older you get, the more comfortable you become with yourself, and you accept what you have physically.

You like a woman, she’s got kids, it’s a package. You can’t just go in one-sided.

Accept the fact that you’re never gonna be someone else and embrace the fact that the world needs you as God made you to be.