Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, would you like pizza?" "I don't think you deserve my company but I feel sorry for you so I'll say yes." "God help me," he said, half under his breath.

So between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid." "Oh God," she moans. "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot." "Thanks!

You're judging her by her literacy," Tara says. "You're a literacist." "You've made that up.

In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.