Clouds buzz by, unaware of the scary world below them. I envy them. I envy the easy way that they live and die. They never have to worry about tomorrow and what horrors or death it might bring.

I can feel myself slipping away. Slowly leaving who and what I am behind. - Dylan

Do you know how easy it would be to kill you, Miya? I've thought about it--killing you...and you think I'm not a monster.--Dylan

You were right. I can't be trusted around people." "What does that make me? A stuffed potato?

He sighs. "It's just, you said they're up there protecting us..." He looks down at his hands in his lap. "Then why didn't they protect me?

Something in me snaps. Since I woke in the alley I've been pushed down, feared and prosecuted for things out of my control. Well, enough is enough.

You deserve to be happy, Dylan." "So do you." "Good thing we've got each other then, " she answers, tucking herself into my shoulder, and wrapping her arm around my back.

One of the most powerfulquestions you can ask yourself is, ‘How do I hold myself back?’Once you know the answeryou can get out of your way.

As for me all I know is that I know nothing.

This is an IMAGINARY STORY...aren't they all?

The key question: will the NSA continue to monitor hundreds of millions of people without any suspicion? Under Obama's proposals: Yes.

Places remember events.

It was going to be so much fun dragging his complacent sexual views out of the ordinary and into the extraordinary.

I am in perfect health, and hear it said I look better than ever I did in my life, which is one of those lies one is always glad to hear.

Man, for someone like me who had George Jones music imprinted in my DNA before birth, the last few years have been rough as a fan of country music.

The art of moving forward lies in understanding what to leave behind.

The belief that love is a finite essence that will eventually run out holds a certain logic for me even now, even if I am supposed to know better.