Hate is funny. Love isn't. Love can kill you. Hate can keep you alive.
Looking out of a hospital window is different from looking out of any other. Somehow you do not see outside.
There can be no great love without exclusivity.
I don't think marriages break up because of what you do to each other. They break up because of what you must become in order to stay in them.
You do know when people say 'chic,' they mean thin.
I did not survive everything. No one ever does. Little pieces of you - sometimes the best of you - get lost in a little lie here, a little joke there. And of course, the aftereffect is the tiny sob - unseen, unheard, deeply felt.