Sometimes I stop and think about the things I really love: theater, art, poetry, music, death, make-up, tea, and laughter. Then it hits me. These things are superficial, and I realize the only thing that I do admire in this world.. is love itself.
" I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love. "