“I tell it like it is, from real experience. I want to tell people that freedom is great, but that it can also be dangerous.”

“He said, I like girls from broken homes who are crazy about chocolate and who love the rain. I've been waiting for a girl like that for a long time.”

“How I want to see the mountains, rivers, sunshine, and ruined fortresses! Let the wind course over us until we become beautiful”

“I don’t think of myself as a writer. I’m troubled and stupid like everyone else. I grew up with the streets. I have dead friends, friends in prison, friends who are prostitutes, on drugs, drunk, married to shitty men. I write because I need to write, to make sense of life. Honesty is everything to me.”

“...because one morning as the sun was coming up I told myself that I had to swallow up all of the fear and garbage around me, and once it was inside me I had to transform it all into candy. Becuase I know you will be able to love me for it. ”

“I just used a very simple way to explain what are deep ideas, and why can't that be literature?”

“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”