"Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay."
"What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?"
"I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season."
"Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them."
"The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me."
"Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you."