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.

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.

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.

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.

Nothing says hell has to be fire.

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

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.