I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

These days, you’ve gotta milk a dollar out of every dime.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

It would’ve been easier to die. It’s not that I want to be dead now. I don’t. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn’t help but think that it would’ve been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow.

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

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.