It was as though the darkness was a sheet of raw cookie dough and someone had just taken a cookie cutter and made a child-sized shape out of it.

I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well