I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

My mother said I should have a 'change of scenery.' The word scenery made be think of a play. And as we were driving around, it made sense that way. Because no matter how much the scenery changed, we were still on the same stage.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

If other people see you differently, you’ll end up seeing them differently, too.

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York