You Live For Pretentious Metaphors.

There Is No Them. There Are Only Facets Of Us.

Something Invisible Snapped Inside Her.

There Is Only One Things In This World Shittier Than Biting It From Cancer When You're Sixteen, And That's Having A Kid Who Bites It From Cancer.

My Responsibility Is To Try To Tell True Stories. To Me A True Story Is Always Hopeful, But Never Simply, Uncomplicatedly Happy.

We Were Just Looking At Ideas Of Each Other.