People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

the world is the cradle and your trap.

You had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.

It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.

We kind of deny the stages of life.