This is a bright place, filled with frightened people, and fast hard things that hurt and wound. No matter. I swore I would remain by her side forever, and until death divided us.

Change. Change. Change. Change … change. Change. Chaaange. When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do.

Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?"
"No.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It’s that easy.

She prays she's bought another clutch of days. We save our lives in such unlikely ways.