Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

Sometimes when you find something you didn't really realize you were looking for, you just don't know how to react.

Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?

You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.