I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.

If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world, I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

Mental health days only exist for people who have the luxury of saying 'I don't want to deal with things today' and then can take the whole day off, while the rest of us are stuck fighting the fights we always fight, with no one really caring one way or another, unless...

She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.

"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."

I found his last words without too much searching. Captured by the Bolivian army, Guevara said, 'Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man.