You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time.

Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon

We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.

After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling, fitting yourself into different size desks, memorizing, reciting, reporting, and performing for jury after jury of teachers, counselors, and administrators, you still feel inadequate, alone, vulnerable, and naked in a world that can be unforgiving and terribly demanding.

Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control.

My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.

Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience