That's the scary thing about hope," she said. "If you let it go too long it turns into faith.
Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.
And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.
...she is too beautiful, I think, to not be inherently evil.
It was sometimes difficult to reconcile a man's talents with his personality.
You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems.