“TuesdayI have invented a lie.There is no other day but Monday.It seemed reasonable to pretendthat I could change the daylike a pair of socks.To tell the truthdays are all the same sizeand words aren't much company.If I were sick, I'd be a child,tucked in under the woolens, sipping my broth.As it is,the days are not worth grabbing or lying about.Nevertheless, you are the only onethat I can bother with this matter. MondayIt would be pleasant to be drunk:faithless to my tongue and hands,giving up the boundariesfor the heroic gin.Dead drunkis the term I think of,insensible,neither cool nor warm,without a head or foot.To be drunk is to be intimate with a fool.I will try it shortly.”

“I know my life will change one day. I just have to wait and don't give up. Try to do the same!”

“I didn't belong as a kid, and that always bothered me. If only I'd known that one day my differentness would be an asset, then my early life would have been much easier.”

“Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. [...] I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived afterall, without knowing.”

“All I could think about while driving after you was how it was about to happen all over again and that I would never be able to feel your warm skin under my hands or look into your beautiful blue eyes, or tell you how much I love you.”

“In all my life, I'd never been as sure of anything, and as much as I hoped to one day hear Savannah say these words to me, what mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.”