I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.