I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn't just strip away your dignity. It stripped away everything you were: your identity, your self-respect, your pleasure. Because it was all about the pleasure of the other person take, take, taking whatever they wanted from you, even if it was uncomfortable, or caused you pain. Even if you died from it, the other person still wouldn't care, because it was all about them.

The words marriage and divorce were always used together, like they went hand in hand together.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

Boys don't cry-or at least that's what everybody's supposed to believe.

You can never have too much money.

Never mind, said Hachiko each day. Here I wait, for my friend who's late. I will stay, just to walk beside you for one more day.

Hypocrites get offended by the truth.