You're in my personal space, so get out of it.

He says you don't often find angels in places like happy homes and rich people's backyard parties. He says that angels flock to places like hospitals and homelss shelters and jails, because those people realize they need help. And do they are able to believe in strange phenomena. Funny how the world is backward. The really comfortable people don't always see much supernaturally, and to the ones who have to struggle, it's, like, breathing in their faces. The first are last... and the last are first.

You can almost believe what you know is not true when you really have to.

But not hurting people and knowing how to get along with people, ... they're different.

People can love their lies, tell their lies, believe their own lies until hell pays a visit.

My one challenge with the support group that I'd become involved with on campus is that the people seem to spend as much time talking about their ill-begotten pasts as their promising futures. It's as if people are drawn to looking back. They can't move on until it all makes sense. Humbly submitted: It never does.

Complete happiness can look so much like complete terror that it's hard to tell them apart.