“You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.”

The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Some people have lives; some people have music.

Writing is something you do alone. It’s a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don’t wanna make eye contact while telling it

Without pain, how could we know joy?

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

I just did some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

Life works best when we think of people as people.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Crying is a very important part of human emotion as it helps us to vent out deep-buried thoughts or feelings.

Stop hiding; stop letting yourself stay buried.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. We become closed – not only to people’s pain – but also their happiness.

Nature has buried truth deep in the bottom of the sea.

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.

Let the dead bury the dead, but while I’m alive, I must live and be happy.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

I am bleak heroism of words that refuse to be buried alive with the liars.