All around us is a nothing that stretches on for infinity. We humans can barely comprehend that. If we comprehend it we are rarely pleased.
All that is required of you is an open mind and a little patience.
There is nothing to me but you. I know it’s pathetic but, oh darling, it’s true.
I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you’re too busy living.
My creativity keeps me from starving. Humanity keeps my life mundane. Loving secures my love for life, but my imagination keeps me sane.
The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It’s the tender understanding that we’re living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there’s quite a bit of wonder in that.
You can’t stumble into an adventure. An artist must dance, not walk, in order to inspire their audience. This patient audience who has witnessed all that you’ve ever performed. So don’t be shy. Just dance. Set this scene into motion.
Violence can read like poetry. You just have to describe the act as if you’re in love with the way your characters bleed.
Honestly, I don’t know what I would recommend from this story. Perhaps it is this: if you have the choice to laugh or do nothing, you might as well laugh.
Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?
The belief in their actions can mend constellations. The ambition in their thirst for knowledge can both create and destroy.
Hurting someone will not impress them. Intelligence requires empathy to work. Water is wet. The sky is pink through these rose-tinted glasses.
Dreams are memories. Memories are dreams. But my time with you hasn’t become a dream just yet. Because the sensation of your kisses keep me from sleep. I’m in love, God help me, I’m in love.
No one ever claimed that creating art was simple. But they failed to mention the mess.
We are not bound by time. But there are things we cannot speak of because the repercussions of particular thoughts can break lives.
There are things we cannot vocalise because the repercussions of particular thoughts have the power to break lives.
What a selfish boy you are. You wished for the world and she could only give you the skies.
The world didn’t end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.
What a selfish boy you are. You wished for the world but all you received were the skies.