I think I understood what a Family really was for the first time when I witnessed the other three members of this household having an intense argument for over half an hour over the vast injustice that is unequal distribution of... Cinnamon buns.

There is nothing to live for but the mere joy of living.

Beauty is blind, and the blind alone can see true beauty.

I imagine being present at the dawn of an apocalypse would feel somewhat similar to watching the clock tick away on a Sunday night.

Generalizations are in general both vague and stupid.

Another fun twist of language is that the Swedish word for "weird" could literally be translated as "artsy".

Maybe the reason why people like me don't fit well into society - get through it all like other humans - is because we're poets and artists long before we're human.

I'm far too cruel for me to ever allow myself happy dreams.

I won't write a happy poem until someone gives me a reason to.

To live is much more difficult than it is to survive.