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.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.

She kept watching the words.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.