Regret is pointless. I never do anything without first deciding to do it based on facts and feelings, and if it doesn't work out how I hoped, oh well, there's another notch on my experience belt.

Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward.

It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

My favorite songs change every year.

You might say that death has relaxed me.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.