Sometimes, as much as writing saves one’s own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another’s. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.

I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

He hadn't told me everything, but I'd left him for dead. I guess we were just about even...

They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels.

I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.

What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.