Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
I hate people generally, but I like people individually.
Sometimes I dislike women, I dislike us all, because of our capacity for not-thinking when it suits us; we choose not to think when we are reaching our for happiness.
In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders