Florida was a living tomb, she used to tell anyone who'd listen, an old-age home in the shape of a state, God's little waiting room, as she was fond of quoting.

October was always the least dependable of months ... full of ghosts and shadows.

No matter how grim things may seem, they always get better.

I've always been hopelessly stuck in the present.

Perfect happiness is knowing that everyone I love is healthy, safe, and content.

The sad truth is that truth is almost irrelevant in a court of law.

Florida was a living tomb, she used to tell anyone who'd listen, an old-age home in the shape of a state, God's little waiting room, as she was fond of quoting.