I...have a woman in my arms who has suffered greatly and desperately needs to believe once again that she is beautiful.

My other friends are in music relaxation class, which I do not attend, because smooth jazz makes me angry sometimes.

I can be a very valuable friend to you, but you do not want me as an enemy.

...but Cliff keeps pushing for the truth like therapists do, because they all have some sort of psychic ability that allows them to see through your lies, and therefore they know you will eventually tire of the talking game and will offer up the truth.

I don't want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings.

People can be cruel,' he says with a sympathetic look that makes me trust him even more. And right then I realize that he is not writing down all my words in a file, which I really appreciate, let me tell you.

Not letting the world destroy you. That’s a daily battle.