In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it's the best available option at the time.

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.

It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.

The only love she inspires is the canine kind.

Speak up,' says Myrna who has a fuzzy white caterpillar of a moustache. 'My hearing's not so good.' 'I WAS SHOT IN THE HEAD.' Liz turns to Thandi. 'I thought you said you didn't remember how you got the hole in your head.' Thandi apologizes. 'I just remembered.' 'Shot in the head!' Florence-scratchy-voice says. 'Oy, that's rough.' 'Aw, it's nothing special. Happens pretty regularly where I'm from,' Thandi says. 'WHAT?' asks Myrna with the moustache. 'Say it toward my left ear, that's the good one.' 'I SAID, "IT'S NOTHING SPECIAL,"' Thandi yells/