You're brave. You are the bravest person I know, and you are my friend. I don't care if you are imaginary.

"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

Words save our lives, sometimes.

There are stories you build and there are stories you construct; then there are the stories that you hack out of rock removing all the things that are not the story.

I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and the end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything is fine. I am still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up, and I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.

Let's start a new tomorrow, today.