And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

We are all, I suppose, beholden to our parents - the question is, how much?

I grew up in a household where we didn't really talk about our feelings, and where the only reason you went to a doctor was because you'd accidentally cut off a limb with a chain saw.

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

Gay rights is not something most of us think about - because most of us happen to have been born straight.

You know how I get angry sometimes? That's because it's the only way I can still feel. And I need to test myself, to make sure I'm really here.