This is why I loved the support groups so much, if people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention. If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window. You had their full attention. People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. And when they spoke, they weren't just telling you a story. When the two of you talked, you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.

It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed.

The ultimate joke was the idea that capitalism would eat its own feces in order to make money, that would make fun of itself if capitalism thought there was a buck in it.

So if reality is all a spell, and you don't really want what you think you want... If you have no free will. You don't really know what you know. You don't really love who you only think you love. What do you have left to live for?

Every time I write something, I think, this is the most offensive thing I will ever write. But no. I always surprise myself.