Its funny how you can let yourself forget for seconds, how even in the heat of the horrible, you can have moments when you fool yourself into thinking it might all be okay

Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

We're called New Jersey but we're actually the suburbs of New York.

Sure, on a larger scale, it was healthy to have people out there you cared about more than yourself. She knew that. But then there was the abject fear you would lose it. They say possessions own you. Not so. Loved ones own you. You are forever held hostage once you care so much.

...desperation can toy with you and if you give desperation any wiggle room, it will find alternative answers

Part of the human condition is that we all think that we are uniquely complex while everyone else is somewhat simpler to read. That is not true, of course. We all have our own dreams and hopes and wants and lust and heartaches. We all have our own brand of crazy

The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.