Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.

You're unwilling to go out on a limb because it just might break underneath you.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live

I could think whatever I wanted to, but realized that any promises I made myself were destined to be broken.