There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched. We separate.

That's what ever great writer, I believe, has done over the course of time - is they've figured out new ways of telling the same stories.

Trauma is survivable, but often not much more. It kills you while allowing you to still live.

I skip the introduction. If the book goes in the trash, I want it to go because of my thoughts on it, not because of some Asshole's thoughts who wrote the introduction.

I have lived alone, I have fought alone, I have dealt with the pain alone. I will die alone. I think when I'm going to leave. I don’t want to be seen and I don’t want to be followed , I want to disappear quickly and quietly and without any drama , I want as much time in the darkness as I can possibly have . The darkness provides cover, the darkness provides places to hide and the darkness provides comfort.

Be patient and wait. Your mud will settle. Your water will be clear.

Fear, he said, ran all of our lives. Fear, he said, after religion, was the most destructive force in the world.