The world is full of unused corners.

It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.

From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.

People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.

I wanted it in the way you sometimes want to jump into very cold water, even though you know it won't feel good. I wanted to go numb. To see what it felt like to be someone else.

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.