It would be nice to avoid the world, to leave it and all its threats and unhappiness. Not to die or anything like that, but to find a place of solitude and solace.

• It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them.

Music isn’t the creator’s but the listener’s. Chew it out, tear it apart, taste it, enjoy it to your heart’s content.

• Don’t fall away if you have a dream that flies.

Go Stop, a game where you have to match the same shapes to get points. There was a time when we struggled to be the same. But in one moment, we began to be different. That we were becoming different types of people — why was that so hard to acknowledge back then? People are all different; that’s the law of the universe, the law of human growth. Eighteen. We were maturing into different people, and having to accept those differences meant we were faced with yet another consequence of growing up.

• The one relationship you can’t ever shake, no matter how sick and tired you get, that leads to a lifetime of tears: Family.

The reason my teen years are like a rushing wind is because I don’t yet know the answers: what it is I really want, who really loves me, who is it that I love. The time of life when I tumble here and there, searching for the answers. And then in the end, the moment when I figure out the answers to everything like a miracle… we had already become adults, and been doing big and small things. And like that, that winter was full of goodbyes.

• Please believe that one single positive dream is more important than a thousand negative realities.

Though life has to be lived forward, it can only be understood backwards.

• Keep in mind that whenever you are in a crisis, you are in the midst of danger as well as opportunity.

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

• Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.

I love black, poetry, cities, rainy days, coffee and you.

• One day, you're 17 and you're planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.

• And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. This is what love is.