I'm friggin' awesome! So screw the haters!

Books didn't make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books.

This is why Caliban was a punishment. I realize it now - it's a beautiful, perfect world of nothingness. No connection, no longing, no . . . love. A world we're trapped in until we're needed here, a world we're condemned to while everyone we might care about forgets us.

All I've learned in today's Shakespeare class is: Sometimes you have to fall in love with the wrong person just so you can find the right person. A more useful lesson would've been: Sometimes the right person doesn't love you back. Or sometimes the right person is gay. Or sometimes you just aren't the right person. Thanks for nothing, Shakespeare.

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

I am confident, I am capable, and I will not wait to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter.

I like libraries. It's a comfort that knowledge can be save for so long. That what we learn can be passed on.

It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.

I follow, always, because its the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when Im certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.

Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.