Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. "It's all right" we whisper, "I'm here, I love you." and we lie: "I'll never leave you." For just a moment or two the darkness doesn't seem so bad.