Sit back and get some sleep. Oh great. So if we have an accident and I'm asleep my resistance toward fighting death will be down and I'll wake up in a morgue.

But grieving people are selfish. They won’t let you comfort them and they say you don’t understand and they make you feel useless when all your life you’ve been functional to them.

A blind man can see what she feels for you and you for her. Your souls are not merely entwined; they are fused.

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

You're going to set us all on fire, you homicidal feral fruitcake.

I do not believe that the desires of young boys cause catastrophic events. The actions of humans do.

When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.