Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted

Everything in life has a place, and when one thing moves, it must go somewhere else.

We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.

Is not where I live happily ever after, or who with. It's the fact that I live happily ever after.

What if we knew what tomorrow would bring? Would we fix it? Could we?

We're so arrogant, aren't we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair.

I'm most happy when I am writing at night, because I need space and time to write.