He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover.

Everyone wants to be tested and challenged. Everyone would like a good, honest fight to exhaust their frustrations.

Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

You ever wonder if Adam and Eve were just the puppies God dumped because they wouldn't house-train?

The voice says, maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do. The things you don't finish.

Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.

Love is a skill you learn.