There was a war going on in our house. A silent war that sounded no guns, and the bodies that fell were only wishes that died and the bullets were only words and the blood that spilled was always called pride.

Time doesn't heal scars as most people commonly think. It simply makes them firmer, stiffer. One must accept it and not hope to mend and return to what he or she once was.

People make the rules of society, not God.

Angel, saint, Devil's spawn, good or evil, you've got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won't be long before I follow.

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.

Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.

Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that.