The town was paper, but the memories were not.

It must be some book," she said as she knelt down next to the bed..."Did that boy give it to you?" She asked out of nowhere. "By 'it' do you mean herpes?" "You are too much," Mom said, "The book, Hazel. I mean the book.

Depression is a side effect of dying. (Almost everything is, really).

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

By the way, I've decided to start referring to myself exclusively as 'Daddy.' Everytime Daddy would otherwise say 'I' or 'Me,' Daddy is now going to say 'Daddy.