Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half - before and after - with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it; you can laugh and smile and carry on with your life, but all it takes is one slow range of motion, a doubling over, to be fully aware of the empty space at your center.

If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

I am not keeping my distance because it is uncomfortable for me, but because it is uncomfortable for them.

When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why?

What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?

Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.