Close a door, and you'd still feel a breeze through the window.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

When we're awake, we see what we need to see. When we're asleep, we see what is really there.

One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.

On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.

There are some weapons you can't protect yourself against.

The only monsters I have ever known were men.