Extraits

I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time,

I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

“The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.”

“Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.”