The truth hurts. And much more than love, kindness, or any of these warm feelings you’re so fond of, truth is beauty, and the thing that will set you free.

I know the good things are there to make our lives beautiful, and this is the basis of life. It’s why we’re here. Life is simply beautiful.

Youth—it’s so beautiful, so magical.

A heart, a real heart is pretty fucking ugly—a lumpy, asymmetrical mass of muscle, varicolored vessels sticking out like rusty old plumbing.

Life and death, alpha and omega. Nothing without the other, both beautiful.