I think I'm way too much of a control freak to co-author anything with anyone. I have a hard enough time writing with myself! I admire people that can do it, but it's not for me.

In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

It's never long distance between friends.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do.

But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.

And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.