You can’t help who your parents are or aren’t. My parents aren’t—they don’t exist and have never existed.

“I love the way the color lavender smells, and the way the color salmon tastes. …”

“Love isn’t the last thing on my mind. The last thing on my mind is my skull.”

“We all have to have something to hold on to, even if it’s our own torso.”

“I left the door open so you could come in—and I could go out. That’s what being…”