All in all, Peter’s love of being Peter was so great that like an overfilled bucket of paint it slopped over even in the smallest moments of his day.

Essential truths gained by loss in translation. The essence of beauty not perfection, but the doomed aspiration.

And it made me hurt inside of my bones with sadness. Because in a life that is long and well lived there are sorrows and darkest doldrums that cannot be understood by those who live day to day like it could be any other.

If Roman Godfrey was a riddle, Shelley was the epic fornication of mystery and enigma.

Write it on the bottom of your shoes for the devil to read.

You’re always going to be surrounded by people who don’t deserve you.

But there are frogs deadlier than sharks.

Disintegration: literally, the loss of integrity. But if the mind can be described as one’s subjective experience of the brain, then what is the self but vagrant fluorescings of neural constellations, individual states of consciousness determined by mercurial configurations of amplitude and alliance?

Godfrey watched helplessly as she crossed the boundary of the property, the lamppost’s light extinguishing suddenly as she passed, and continued headlong down the hill; he heard the percussions of her footfalls after she passed from sight, and as those faded the rise of her cry into something horrific and wrathful, a thorn in the paw of the heavens.

God doesn’t want you to be happy, He wants you to be strong.