Taking risks is not being suicidal. Otherwise, skydivers need serious help.

I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.

Nobody ever sees this part,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s pretty.” “So it’s like track six on an album,” Cole said.

She liked to imagine him stealing a glimpse of her over the backyard fence, proudly watching his strange daughter daydream under the beech tree. Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

Fate," Blue replied, glowering at her mother, "is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter