“My self-destructive behaviour and self-hatred had hit an all-time high.”

“My world stopped when we were apart. I felt like I had nothing to live for. Now you are back… Now you are back and I’m alive again.”

“I was here with the most amazing man. He didn’t even care about my past. He wanted me exactly how I was, even if I was broken.”

“I love you Garrett.”“I love you too,” he laughed. “God, I fucking love you.”

“I cannot change the decisions that I have made in the past, but I can learn from them and make the most of the life that I am living now.”

“Now writing is just working your way toward the border that the innermost secret draws around itself, and to cross that line would mean self-destruction. But writing is also an attempt to respect the borderline only for the truly innermost secret, and bit by bit to free the taboos around that core, difficult to admit as they are, from their prison of unspeakability. Not self-destruction but self-redemption. Not being afraid of unavoidable suffering.”

“You love tenderly and warmly, but your love is like friendship. That's why you have good friends, you're sociable, sympathetic toward people. Until this dissatisfaction comes over you-you know what I'm talking about. Then you become moody, can even repulse people who are close to you, even people who love you, you know why. Those are bad times when everything goes cold, and they follow the times of great love...”