I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

Identification is not the same as knowing someone through and through.

She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

As anyone who's ever contracted it knows, lies are an infectious disease. They slip under the almond slivers of your fingernails and into your bloodstream.