He was dead again when I got home that day. His corpse was in the kitchen, near the counter, where it appeared he'd been chopping vegetables when the urge to stab himself through the wrist had struck. I slipped on the blood coming in, which annoyed me because that meant it was all over the kitchen floor.

You're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.

There's truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully.

Fortunately, where reason failed, blind panic served well enough.

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.

Any woman can face the world alone, but why should we have to?

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.