For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

Men are the weak ones, luv. Didn't you know? Oh, you make a lot of noise, but its the women who are strong. Where it counts. In 'ere.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

Never take what's offered, always ask for more.