“I have the strangest thoughts in my head, maybe I should not write them down.”

“I don’t know why I have to write down my fucking thoughts. What if I don’t have any thoughts?”

“The book answers questions other people have thought of. I have thought of questions they have not answered. I always thought my questions were wrong questions because no one else asked them. Maybe no one thought of them. Maybe darkness got there first. Maybe I am the first light touching a gulf of ignorance.Maybe my questions matter.”

“Half of what I write is garbage, but if I don't write it down it decomposes in my head.”

“There were angels too, some bent with devotion, others standing with heads cast down and hands clasped together, bereft. I thought of [them] and how maybe the important thing is to have somebody grieve for you; to know that angels will bow in sorrow.”

“I just want to write. It's like once I get those obsessive thoughts out of my head, once they're written down, they're somehow set free and I can move on.”