Pieces and parts were always easier to process. The full picture, the entire story, was another thing entirely. But you just never knew. Sometimes, people could surprise you.

It took a lot of work to be perfect.

Stop it. Seriously. This isn't funny.' 'You're right.' A pause. 'It's pathetic.

Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

I think I'm too lazy a writer to do something like historical fiction. You have to do so much research. I just write what I know.

You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take. The night before, I'd offered up my hand. Now, if I held on, there was no telling what it was possible to recieve in return.