What police officer would dare ticket Death's minivan?

And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker; it can make you deeper.

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

I was like a packet of powdered Sea Monkeys and they were like water.

My brother was born without taste or the desire to be professionally lit.

The most I would do was use the shadow tool in Photoshop to bring out the muscular rips in my stomach, which were honestly there. Beneath the fat.

Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.