Have to Find ...life ...is ...a— ...gamble ...after ...all.

Whatever has happened in someone's past, the future is theirs to shape. The first step is to find a way out.

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

Everyone's afraid of everybody else...maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?