If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

What would you do if you had to choose?

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.