Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.

I wouldn't want to waste any of my brain cells on forgiving if it's holding me back.

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

Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.

Truthfulness itself is almost medication, even when it’s served without advice or insight.

If I were blind I'd rather have another blind person leading me around because they know what I'm dealing with and they're experiencing the same things.

The past doesn't haunt us, we haunt the past.