By now, the camouflage had become my skin. My friends wouldn't want to know. Who would want to know? I certainly didn't want to know. All I wanted wa….

I'd violated the primary rule of junior and senior high-- don't get people talking about you too much. This was wearing the brightest shirt on the pl….

Everybody wants life to speak to them with special kindness. Every personal story begs to be steered toward reverie, toward some relief from unpleasa….

A tragedy's first act is crowded with supporting players: witnesses crimping their faces, policemen scribbling in pads and making radio calls, EMS gu….

Regret doesn't budge things; it seems crazy that the force of all that human want can't amend a moment, can't even stir a pebble..

I think each family has a funhouse logic all its own, and in that distortion,in that delusion, all behavior can seem both perfectly normal and crazy..

The cracks in old friendships are measured in awkward pauses..

When you know you are dying, self-deceptions fly from your bedside like embers off a bonfire..

Sin in the Second City is a masterful history lesson, a harrowing biography, and - best of all - a superfun read. The Everleigh story closely follows….

Diminish the influence of fate.

Things don't go away. They become you..

Passion and platonic friendliness, often contrary siblings, frequently wear similar faces to hide the great distance between them..

Sometimes one learns too early, as I did, what the world is capable of..

I've come to see our central nervous system as a kind of vintage switchboard, all thick foam wires and old-fashioned plugs. The circuitry isn't prope….

Love wasn't a thing you fell in, but rose to. It was what stopped you from falling..