I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it.

...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

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

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.