I turn and I slowly walk away and I don't look back. It has always been a fault of mine, but it is the way I am. I never look back. Never.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

Stay. Fight. Live. Take it. Cry. Cry. Cry.

In my mind my obituary is done.It is done and it is right. It tells the truth and as awful as it can be, the truth is what matters. It is what I should be remembered by, if I'm remembered at all. Remember the truth. that is all that matters

There's something, I think, that gets lost when we write something - something gets lost in the translation. So I speak everything out, and it's more important how it sounds. And applying that to more formal aspects of writing.

For the worst things of our lives, it is sometimes the best way, to never speak of them again.

Be strong. Live honorably and with dignity. When you don't think you can, hold on.