They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of circumstance, and the parts never fit back quite right and the life you live is a stolen one. You don't deserve to walk among the living, and you know it.

If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.

you cannot hope for change in others, you can only work toward it in yourself. And that's hard work.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

There's nothing particularly dark in my past... I live in the light. My disposition is basically happy. I have a good life.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.