“I have a picture of the Pont Neuf on a wall in my apartment, but i know that Paris is really on the closet shelf, in the box next to the sleeping bag, with the rest of my diaries.”
“In my closet I have boxes and boxes of secrets. These boxes are all empty, and that’s how you know they’re filled with secrets.”
“You're as strong as the Pont Neuf. You'll live to bury us all!”
“Love has been buried forever under the leaves at my feet. I lie down on the ground and rest my head on my bag. The grass tickles my arms where I bend the stalks under my neck.I want to sleep.”
“A picture means I know where I was every minute. That's why I take pictures. It's a visual diary.”
“I’m a closet sociopath. You can tell by all the skeletons I have hanging up next to my clothes. ”