What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.
It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
I don’t want to die without any scars.