It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

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

For a moment, I panic. It's that feeling of falling when you know without question, that you've lost control of your car, or made a mistake that's beyond repair. 'What do I do now?' I ask desperately. 'Tell me! What do I do now?' He remains calm. He looks at me closely and says, 'Keep living, Ed... It's only the pages that stop here.

A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

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.

Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.

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