"Apparently I’m transparent—with my feelings, not with my body. I’m an emotional ghost, and if you can’t see my love for you it’s because it’s dead."
"The wind is my favorite color. It reminds me of the love she painted on my life as she blew past me."
"What is the shape of love? Is it shaped like you? For me it is, but for you maybe it is shaped like me."
"If I waste all my charity, all I’ll wind up with in the end is the wind. Still, I think I want to be the Dandelion of Love."
"Every day I type out my dream scribbles from the night before, looking for treasure buried deep in my subconscious."
"The summer temperature outside was 45 degrees, so I turned 45 degrees and went right back inside. It was so cold outside because that’s where all her love for me was."