So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything.

We have this desire for everything to be explained to us. But if you go through your daily actions, very little ends up having a written-down explanation for why things happen, or why people do specific things. So it made sense to me to reflect the human condition that not every action has an explanation. We act, and then later maybe come to an understanding about it, or maybe not.

Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.

Please don't let Daddy die Susie," he whispered. "I need him.