But I can't force everything into the arrangement I'd like. I can't use denial to make everything simple.

I find the title How to Be Good. Curious, I open it up. I'm disappointed to find it's fiction.

there is something intriguing about knowing how things are going to turn out, but being constantly surprised about how they'll get there.

I tell myself I’m fine on my own, but am I? No friends to fall back on, no relationships, no support. Left to my own devices, I have no devices.

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

I let myself relax into the pattern of the recipe.

All I have besides food is grief.

If you don’t know how to deal with emotion, other people’s feelings can hit you like a drug.

Heartbreak is stupid and impossible. Hearts don't break. Hearts squeeze, they wrench, they ache, they shrivel. Hearts pull apart in wet chunks like canned tomatoes.

She's not quite making sense, but no one does all the time.

This is home, it's the only place I want to be, but at the same time everything familiar feels strange. It's the same as it ever was except without the people who most belong here.

Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand.

Well, one can't get over the habit of being a liitle girl all at once.

Yahoo .. Yet another hierarchical officious oracle

Every sentence he manages to utter scatters its component parts like pond water from a verb chasing its own tail.

I'm in complete remission. I'm alive and well.

The concept of war crimes is an American invention.

I've gotten used to spending more time with heavily narrative stories.

I think the race situation is getting better as far as people respecting each other goes. I think the race situation with entertainment is not that much better.

A philosopher must be more than a philosopher.

The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, replaying itself over and over.