Sometimes, Questions Are More Hurtful Than Insults.

No Story Sits By Itself, Sometimes Stories Meet At Corners And Sometimes They Cover One Another Completely, Like Stones Beneath A River.

Fear Is How You Lose Your Life...a Little Bit At A Time...what We Give To Fear, We Take Away From...faith.

There Is Everything You Know And There Is Everything That Happens. When The Two Do Not Line Up, You Make A Choice.

When I Lacked Even The Self-respect To Keep Myself Alive, She Dabbed My Cuts And I Fell Back Into Being A Son; I Fell As Easily As You Fall Into Your Pillow At Night. And I Didn't Want It To End. That's The Best Way I Can Explain It. I Knew It Was Impossible. But I Didn't Want It To End.

There Are Many Things In My Life That I Wish I Could Take Back. Many Moments I Would Recast.