July 24, 6:03 A.M. The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff... Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for wanting to live.
I am hunted by humans.
I love and hate this place because it is full of words.
The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.
THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.
It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.