Andrew had a gift for deepening the incision he began.

If your face is swollen from the severe beatings of life, smile and pretend to be a fat man.

There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.

I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.

The reason why I love people, and writing about them, is because they don't always respond with hate and anger. If they did I wouldn't have a story to tell. Who wants to know about someone who was brutalised and became brutal? I'm interested in the exceptions.

I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.

At some point you just have to turn around and face your life head on.