When Loughner himself speaks and we find out his real influences are Spiderman, 'Gnome Chomsky,' Taylor Swift, and Dr. Bronner, then what?

I preferred that my bad dreams be vague.

Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

A writer turns his life into material, and if you’re in his life, he uses yours, too.

What was more humiliating, I wondered: having to beg for someone's cold chicken bones or being offered them?

Quiet cunning bested boastful brawn

I still believe in love. I always will. It's my blessing and my burden.