Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.

We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.

so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.