Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

Some wounds go so deep that you don't even feel them until months, maybe years, later.

How can I love you if I don't know what hurts you?

I'm tired of thinking and I'm really tired of Feeling. —Jenna Richards

Freeform radio is an art form. The airwaves are the empty canvas, the producer is the artist, and the sound is the paint.

Goodness was not a trait you acquired; it was a value you practiced when you were on the verge of doing evil.

To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?