Perdonare "Forgive Yourself)

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

I asked myself, 'Am I going to withdraw from the world, like most people do, or am I going to live?' I decided I am going to live - or at least try to live - the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure.

When I lacked even the self-respect to keep myself alive, she dabbed my cuts and I fell back into being a son; I fell as easily as you fall into your pillow at night. And I didn't want it to end. That's the best way I can explain it. I knew it was impossible. But I didn't want it to end.

Silence is worse when you know it won't be broken.

My own father didn't talk a lot about feelings or emotions.