What we share may be a lot like a traffic accident but we get one another. We are survivors of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.

I didn't want him to become gray and multi-dimensional and complicated like everyone else. Was every Heathcliff a Linton in disguise?

Nothing is more difficult than to understand the dead, I've found; but nothing is more dangerous than to ignore them.

How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.

Where do the words go when we have said them?

I'm bad at picking heroes.

But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.