The line between normal and crazy seemed impossibly thin. A person would have to be an expert tightrope walker in order not to fall.

What police officer would dare ticket Death's minivan?

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it.

When I first thought of being a writer I had visions of stacks of books in stores with my name on them, that sort of thing. But I never imagined this would be the reaction.

Because here is the truth: If you want to have a chance at meeting somebody with whom you are genuinely compatible, never put your best foot forward.

You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.

I felt a bottomless sadness. So completely alone. Like one of my stuffed animals at home that I was too old for now, that sat on the shelf in my closet, mashed against the back wall.