Some secrets can't be kept too long. No matter how hard you try to hide them, sooner or later they scurry out from your cupboards, cockroaches on the run.

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

Communication Was never big in my house. We sat together over dinner, but the only sound you'd hear was crunching and chewing and the little ones asking for more, please. We lived, all boxed up in invisible containers. We hardly knew the people we called sister or father. Jackie and I were the exceptions to that rule.

Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.

Yeah, I know getting high isn't so smart. Ask me if I care.

When you've only got one little shimmer of sunshine, you capture it best you can.