Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

I've always believed clear-eyed sobriety was for the harder hearted.

For those who need a name, there's a gift basket of medical terms. All I know is cutting made me feel safe. It was proof. Thoughts and words, captured where I could see them and track them. The truth, stinging, on my skin, in a freakish shorthand. Tell me you're going to the doctor, and I'll want to cut worrisome on my arm. Say you've fallen in love and I buzz the outlines of tragic over my breast. I hadn't necessarily wanted to be cured.