It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death

I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.