“Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.”

“I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking”

“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”

“She lit my soul and inhaled deeplyFlicking my ashes occasionally.”

“I think to myself: I don't want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckage”

“The material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you, including yourself.”

“I get tired of talking when I want to be silent.”

“I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.”

“I definitely learned a lesson this time. I know that I can be broken. I am not as tough as I thought. I see it now. At this point, it's the only thing good that came out of all of this. I know myself better now and know what I have to do.”

“Love heals scars love left”

“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't coma back. You're left so alone that you can't explain. Damn, there's nothing like that, is there? I've been there and you have too. You're nodding your head.”