“There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.”

“So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.”

“I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?”

“I've been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.”

“So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.”

“I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.”

“At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.”