Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

But if there was embellishment, it only had to do with the facts.

I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.

We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.

The story comes around, pushing at our brains, and soon we are trying to ravel back to the beginning, trying to put families into order and make sense of things. But we start with one person, and soon another and another follows, and still another, until we are lost in the connections.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

There is no such thing as a complete lack of order, only a design so vast it appears unrepetitive up close.