Grieving Is Like Being Ill.

Emotion Doesn't Travel In A Straight Line. Like Water, Our Feelings Trickle Down Through Cracks And Crevices, Seeking Out The Little Pockets Of Neediness And Neglect, The Hairline Fractures In Our Character Usually Hidden From Public View.

Everything Happens For A Reason, But That Doesn't Mean There's A Point.

If I'd Been Listening Closely, I'd Have Caught The Sound Of The Gods Having A Great Big Old Tee-hee At My Expense.

Happiness Is Seasonal, Like Anything Else

If Your Mind Isn't Open, Keep Your Mouth Shut Too.