"When you can't run anymore, you crawl...and when you can't do that, you find someone to carry you."

There is luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

"There are no futures. There are only streams of endless possibilities that collapse into one present as we rush head long into them. But even the present is an illusion, slipping from our grasp as we reach for it, becoming the past. It is only the past that truly exists. The past that scars our minds with memory. With reverberations that dictate our lives. With traces that haunt our eyes till death."

"I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."