The Truth Is Humbling, Terrifying, And Often

My Mother Began To Go Crazy. Not In A 'let's Paint The Kitchen Red!' Sort Of Way. But Crazy In A 'gas Oven, Toothpaste Sandwhich, I Am God' Sort Of Way.

Part Of Me Believes That Love Is More Valuable When You Have To Work For It.

Real Optimism Is Not The Pep Talk You Give Yourself. It Is Earned Through The Labor Involved In Emotional Housekeeping.

The Problem With Not Having Anybody To Tell You What To Do, I Understood, Is That There Was Nobody To Tell You What Not To Do.

Applause Is A Constant Thing In Aa. It's How We Buy Drinks For Each Other.