“I can't believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It's like I've been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.”

“Its amazing what people create using their pain. Work that is touched by melancholy has its own unique beauty. Even the word melancholy is pretty, the way it rolls on your tongue. I think sadness a...”

“That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.”

“Death, like fiction, is brutal in its symmetry. Take this story and strip it down -all the way back- until you are left with two points. Two dots on a vast, blank canvas, separeted by a sea of whit...”

“First love," said Ida with a sigh. "That's the one that kills you.”

“Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.”

“Men of lofty genius when they are doing the least work are most active.”

“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.”

“There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.”