How could I tell the doctor what was wrong with me? I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't articulate the pain; it was the pain of nothingness. My fear was of the weather, the atmosphere, the very air. What good did safety tips do me now? 'Avoid water, metal objects, rooftops; stay off the telephone in a storm, don't think glass can protect you; even if a storm was 8 miles away, you're still not safe from a strike. Avoid life perhaps that was the answer. The number one safety tip, stay away from it all.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.

Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.