It's funny how the night that changes your life forever starts out like all the others.

Justice wields an erratic sword, grants mercy to fortunate few. Yet if man doesn't fight for her, 'tis chaos he's left to.

It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

We're living longer, we social network alone with our screens, and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a micro drop.

To be next to her was to have everything.

When you grow up--and from the look of things, you have awhile--but you learn things never go back to normal simply because everyone's sorry. Sorry is ridiculous.