Occupation: Author Birth: March 30, 1959
I didn't want us to abnormal. I didn't want all this chaos and underworld crap... but that's where we'd come from. The choas was part of us. Part of ….
In love and faith I just have to believe.
I used to come here on my own sometimes... Id' stay down here for ages." Her voice was barely audible. "It's a good place for sadness..
It won't make you feel any better, he told me, it might even make things worse for a while. But you mustn't let the sadness die inside you. You have ….
The sadness, the silence, the darkness, the loneliness... all of it held in a simple little moment. It was just so... I don't know. Just so much..
I wanted to turn everything off, too. Just press a button - click - and shut myself down. Turn off my heart, turn off my mind, turn off my body - jus….
never feel guilty about anything shame and guilt are a waste of time just do what you do-- and deal with it.
I'm still living it now, every day, living it out in my mind - following the ups and downs, walking the pathways, reliving the moments of our Moonlig….
It’s always hard to lose somebody. It leaves a hole in you heart that never grows back..
The only difference now, for what it's worth, is that I know that these things don't matter. I know that I don't have to know anything, and I know th….
That's what happens. You just get on with it. There are no endings..
Things don't just happen, they have reasons. And the reasons have reasons. And the reasons for the reasons have reasons. And then the things that hap….
Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs..
There are no endings..
To me a good book is like a quiet friend—a friend who’s happy to share thoughts and feelings with you, who’s always there when you need them. Best of….
The days passed, as they do, and life went on..
It's strange, the lack of emotion, the absence of drama in reality. When things happen in real life, extraordinary things, there's no music, there's ….
his eyes took in the barren slopes and the scattered boulders and the lonley gray road windingits way into the fading hills,and i could feel him thin….
I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn't really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of ….
It's not easy-living in a void, living and dying inside your head…wanting what you want so much that you'd give everything else to get it- but the ti….
It was a truth that invaded her, like a dark disease, a truth too painful to talk about. And I was beginning to wonder if all I was doing was making ….