I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

I believed the reason there was a God was to prevent such atrocities from happening to the same person twice. But nothing prepared me for this: I have done what I've sworn I could never do; I have become my own nightmare... I have lost control.

If you don't believe in yourself, and you don't have the fortitude to make that dream happen, why should the hotshots in the publishing world take a chance on you? I don't believe that you need an MFA to be a writer, but I do think you need to take some good workshops.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

Then they scrambled through the window and into the darkness, determined to turn themselves into what they were not.

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.