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"God creates beautiful things so that we cannot understand them. I think that might be the entire point: to be in the humility of unknowing."

"Emotions are how we remind each other and ourselves that we are more than thoughts, more than money, more than plans or accomplishments or savings or jobs. Emotions are how we remember that we are only along for the ride."

I thought I had already experienced every single feeling there was on earth, which up until that point I knew to be: (1) Chaos. (2) My Mother Is Gone. (3) Everyone Hates Me. (4) I Want Something but Can't Have It. (5) We're All Going to Die or Are Already Dying. And (6) Please Love Me. Turns out there were more feelings than that.

"And I watched the men hug and the women hug, and I missed how beautiful we all were. I missed my home so deeply in that moment. I didn't know where it had gone or where I had gone. I did not know how to make it back there."

"When you want something from a person that they are not capable of giving you, you become unreasonable and irritable with them, trying to get them to do the impossible."

"I had not yet accepted that feeling like a rat king of insecurities was part of being a human being"

"Once I found drugs and alcohol it was hard to tell which came first, the depression or the depressives, but everything synced up and I felt like I was a complete person because I was both the destroyer and the destroyed."

"The world collapses and so does time. Now and forever are one. Two rooms and a million miles are the same. You are so alone."

"The reader and I thus mingled will constitute something living, that will not be me, because I will be dead, and will not be that person as they were before reading, because my story, added to their mind, will then become part of their thinking. I will only be truly dead if no one ever comes..."

"...the world I have come from is utterly foreign to me. I haven't heard its music, I haven't seen its paintings, I haven't read its books... I know only the stony plain, wandering, and the gradual loss of hope."

"What if you couldn't love anything but a dog, and that dog loved you back, and it was pure and mutual? Why does love have to be complicated to be considered real?"