One man says, “I loved the most beautiful woman in the world.” The other man says, “I loved a woman who wasn’t really beautiful but I saw something in her.” Both loved the same women.
Someone who looks like a certain celebrity looks familiar. Someone who looks like someone famous looks like no one else.
People are told that they are imprisoned for their own good.
The people I’ve met in psych wards are among the sanest and most self-aware I’ve known.
We mine cultural trends from those we marginalize and kill.
We can express love for a place the most by not journeying to visit it.
We can love each other the most by remaining six feet apart.
I am filled with joy even as the world starts to burn.
