Let everyone see the blood,' he said. 'Don't clean it up. That's the only way people remember.'... I could see the blood inside my head. It was with me forever, whether or not I wanted to forget.

My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

It wasn't right to have someone charge into you your world without even asking, acting as if you were nothing more than an egg to be flipped and flopped, sunny-side up or scrambled, depending on the whims on whoever ran your life..._

You don't fight for peace sister,' Nahara told me, 'You embrace it.

Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.

I love fairy tales and feel very affected by them.