There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

Danger comes in many forms, I suppose. For some people, it might be jumping off a bridge or climbing impossible moutains. For others, it could be a tawdry love affair or telling off a mean-looking bus driver because he doesn't like to stop for noisy teenagers. It could be cheating at cards or eating a peanut even though you're allergic. For me, danger might be getting out from the protective cloak of my family and venturing into the world more of my own, even though I don't know what- or who- awaits me.

I was attempting to write the story of my life. It wasn't so much about plot. It was much more about character.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

Every single answer starts with the phrase 'I don't know.' But most of the time she does know, if I give her the time and the space in which to answer.

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears