I really was about to pass out during my entire wedding. I just didn't know if I could marry anybody.

I was being very bad because I didn't know how to express myself. Music gave me an outlet to express myself and channel that anger.

I don't understand why every guy is not a romantic. I enjoy it.

I think what I'm trying to do is create moments of recognition. To try to detonate some kind of feeling or understanding of lived experience.

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

I used to write things for friends. There was this girl I had a crush on, and she had a teacher she didn't like at school. I had a real crush on her, so almost every day I would write her a little...

Why are babies allowed to cry when they wake up, but adults crying when they wake is frowned upon? Babies are permitted to act like assholes whenever they feel like it and no one blinks...

I'm not going to answer that because it's ridiculous. I love you, Lainey. I've loved you from the day I met you, if not before, and I've loved you every day since. How could you even doubt that?

I'm not going near anything that's going in the crack of his ass!

"Up and down' is Irish for anything at all - - from crying into the dishes to full - blown psychosis. Though, now that I think about, a psychotic is more usually 'not quite herself'."

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

The trauma said, 'Don't write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.'

For she was the only one, of all of them, to have spared me a pleasant word; and suddenly I longed for time to pass, not for its own sake, but as it would take me back to her.

whispers are often thunderous

His impulsive bust had been as beautiful as a first kiss to a child. And, she felt, as important.

I have no way to describe this, and I am positive that this is all just a horrible dream I have yet to wake up from. The vice principle is insane. My own uncle is insane. Those stupid kids are insane....

My heart beats so hard, I feel like I have an earthquake inside of me. It's weighing me down and my hands shake with the need of safety and comfort.

Every single time you looked at me, through the corner of your eye and smiled. My heart pushed the ribs with all the force towards my lungs, until it got crushed and I could not breathe anymore.

This bullet can go straight through the couch. He was right. Fuck Ikea for making such flimsy furniture.

It's loud inside my head, with those words I want to say to you.

I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.

Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us, the mirrors how to reflect us, the walls how to contain us. Grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or...

I shudder, I see the love, I'm doomed, my heart melts again - can't stand not to be in love, can't stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that's what's wrong with...

"Your friend Lila is calling from her car phone," Ned said, half amused and half annoyed. "Apparently something earth-shattering has come up, and unless she can talk to you this very second, she...

Wrath, what do you say? 'Fuck,' came the reply. Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer.

This song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called, 'We hate you, please die.'

The second message is one that I have saved for weeks. It's Otter, and he simply says, I love you.

Actually, he hadn't just complained; she'd come home from school one afternoon and found him stabbing his paperback edition with a steak knife, the tip of the blade penetrating the cover and sinking...

The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.

I wished to pour out all these thoughts to someone, but how to express that silence which is impossible to articulate, that which changes its images like clouds and rages within itself like the wind!