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.

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

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

But there's an enormous difference between an audience that's watching you because they can't wait to see what comes next and an audience that's watching you because they're waiting for you to fail.

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?