I had a sister who died and my mother passed away. I know that grief comes in waves. When deep grief hits, I know that it hurts like hell, and then you get a little bit of a respite, and then it comes back, and it hurts like hell. I know it can be survived.

Cooking is really calming. Sharing food with friends, cooking.

You set up your place in my thoughts, moved in and made my thinking crowded.

Unjust use of force, strength, and brutality. Those are the forces that make me feel vulnerable.

So we must love, while these moments are still called today, take part in the pain of this passion play, stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust, until time makes history of us.

I cry when I feel like crying.

You have to laugh at yourself, because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.