People don’t just disappear. There’s always a reason, or an enemy with a grudge. There’s always a loose thread that starts to unravel.

My friends say I have two speeds: fast and blistering.

Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans: once you leave the litter, you server contact with your mothers.

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.

Things don't always look as they seem.

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.