When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

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