There are laws for everything except the harm families do.

You can't make anyone love you and you can't stop anyone from dying.

I made the rules I figured I could be the one to break them. I thought I would write about xenophobia, a hatred of foreigners. After I stated writing the story there was not a foreigner to be had. I did not want to just stick one in there so I could get a title out of it since it seemed like cheating. I never figured out how I could get out of this dilemma so I just called it X and weaved X traits into the story.

Grief is as contagious as a yawn.

I was an English major in college with minors in Fine Arts and Humanities.

Sometimes being fooled by love is worth the price. At least you know you're alive and capable of feeling, even if all you end up with is chest pain.

Too much virtue has a corrupting effect.