anyone can understand anything. You just have to know how to present your information.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

But if you seek forgiveness, doesn't that automatically mean you cannot be a monster? By definition, doesn't that desperation make you human again?

What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

I'd like to say that this time I'd kill myself too..but I've never had that kind of courage.