That's the thing with suicide pacts. Sometimes they only really work if they catch you by surprise.

I guess that's how death works. It doesn't matter if we're ready or not. It just happens.

Desperate is not a sexual preference.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

The key is to commit crimes so confusing that police feel too stupid to even write a crime report about them.

Sometimes people do things that hurt and it's not because they mean to. They just do. It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you, but you end up hurt because of it.

That's the thing about marriage. It's a shell game we play with ourselves. We're the suckers and we have to lose, but we play anyway because we lie to ourselves that we can win.