...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.

I always tried to learn Greek, but all I got out of it was, "poulaki mou." ["My little chicken."]

I don't believe in the concept of a soul mate. Because we are all unique, but we're also simply too similar.

I don't really think of my blog as a real blog. It's a lame blog. It's more like my when-the-mood-strikes update, or smoke signal.

Tracy, the leader of the CDH group, looks at me with eyes that seem to belong to someone three times her age. It's something beyond wisdom, all the way to insanity and back. It's like her eyes are scarred from all the things she's seen.

All of us are richer and more fascinating and more complex than we can ever know.

It turned out I had always been a smoker. I just hadn't had any cigarettes.