“I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.”

“Sometimes your music sounds like theres too much inside you. Maybe even you couldnt get it all out. Maybe thats why you died. Like you exploded from the inside.”

“I dont know anyone who has a perfect family to start with. And I think thats why we make up our own. regular weirdos together. I feel that way about my friends.”

“People love you for what they want to see in you, not for what you are. That's a sad thing to learn.”

“If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?”

“There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”