My books are always about someone obtaining a power to replace the previous sort of power that they held.

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.

This isn't about love as in caring. This is about property as in ownership.

Everybody's still miserable in the same way they've always been miserable, and more and more of my friends - especially my male friends - find themselves taking anti-anxiety, psychotropic drugs. It seems like everybody I know is wondering if they're really who they are, or once the prescription runs out, will they become someone different?

Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.

She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.