The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

How far can a person go... and still live with himself.