There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.

As if in the other side of his kiss there could ve a new life

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

Nothing is ever certain.

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.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.