There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.

So many of us had been armed that there were holsters and weapons scattered among the passed-out bodies like mercenary prizes in a fleshy Cracker Jack box.

Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.

I'm learning that you have to make time for what's important. You have to fight to carve little pieces of happiness out of your life, or the everyday emergencies will eat up everything.

Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

Most women complain that there are no single, straight men left. I’d just like to meet one who’s human.