Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.

One choice can transform you.
One choice can destroy you.
Once choice will define you.

I feel uneasy. It's not often that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest parts of someone. It's not comfortable when you do.

I was beginning to feel that I had finally found a place to stay, a place that was not so unstable or corrupt or controlling that I could actually belong there. You would think that I would have learned by now—such a place does not exist.

If someone offers you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it. I know that without having learned it from anyone.

One thing I know: For helping me forget how awful the world is, I prefer her to alcohol.