I don't really read as much as I used to. A lot of what I was looking for as an escape I find in writing. And the other thing is that I don't want to get into someone else's language when I'm working
He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.
People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.
I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.
Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.
Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.