In the end, we decide if we're remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it.

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.

Sometimes old things need to go away. That way, we have room for the new things that come into our lives.

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.

Ah, sweet alcohol. Like a true friend, you replace the anger with better, louder anger.

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

Why do we have to wait for special moments to say nice things or tell people we care about them?