“I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.”

“I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.”

“too much love like too much rain begets large and bloody pools of discontent. I see my winter marked in your eyes. Whoever told you I was perfection?'-exerpt from Valide”

“I have spent too much time with my eye glued to the viewfinder and ended up missing both the image of the mind and that on film.”

“He's looking so deeply into my eyes that I'm surprised I haven't buckled under the intensity and I realize then, right in this moment I realize that everything about him is intense. Nothing about him is manageable or easy to compartmentalize. He's too much. Everything about him is too much. His emotions, his actions, his anger, his aggression. His love.”

“There isn't so much to be afraid of, out there. I can remember thinking it was funny to find that out, on the last night of my life; I'd spent the rest of it being afraid of everything.”