I know that I am not the only person who is alone in the world. I know that others sorrow in the night. That others pick up a razor and slice into their own skin, with greater or lesser success. I know that others look at their lives and see only silent failure and disconsolation, feeding the cat, checking their email, doing the crossword. I know that I am not the only person to have lived a life like mine. I am aware. (212)

It's a sad thing to watch your best friend turn into somebody you don't know anymore. Or even want to know.

There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that does not fail us.

The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that.

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.

Nothing says hell has to be fire.