In The Dark Beside Me,

Reading Forces You To Be Quiet In A World That No Longer Makes Place For That.

We Had To Forgive To Survive The Labyrinth

They Couldn't Bear The Idea Of Death Being A Big Black Nothing.

I Write About Broken People Who Need Other People In Order To Go On. But Those Are The Only Kind Of People I Know To Exist. We Are All Broken.

The Times That Were Most Fun Seemed Always To Be Followed By Sadness Now, Because It Was When Life Started To Feel Like It Did When She Was With Us That We Realized How Utterly Gone She Was.