Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?

He put my fingertips to his mouth and kissed them. Licked the trace of blood away. Made them clean. Then I knew the truth I had been denying. He made me clean. Dan made me clean and shining and bright. He made me beautiful, and I did not want to lose him.

Can I tell you honestly that I'd rather be in your life as your friend than nothing at all?

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.