No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.

I'm gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.

I'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do..." he swung a finger back and forth between us"...this.

Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.

Really, he could have just punched me in the stomach, because my brain refused to comprehend the words he was saying. A physical assault, it might have understood.

I never wanted you to get hurt, but i wanted to take you from him.

Few of us can actually change the world. We can only change ourselves. But if enough people took that to heart, the world would change.