One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.