Suffering Is Universal.

I Want To Minimize The Deaths I Am Responsible For.

I Thought Of The One Thing About Home That I Missed, My Dad's Study With Its Built-in, Floor-to-ceiling Shelves Sagging With Thick Biographies And The Black Leather Chair That Kept Me Just Uncomfortable Enough To Keep From Feeling Sleepy As I Read.

Books—they Weren't Ladders Out Of The Abyss, But They Were Companions.

They Like Their Coffee Like They Like Their Ex-boyfriends: Bitter.

Margo Says, "i Know What She's Talking About. The Something Deeper And More Secret. It's Like Cracks Inside Of You. Like There Are These Fault Lines Where Things Don't Meet Up Right.