White Horse

How do you file a restraining order against sadness?

My two best friends are dead, which means they're great listeners now, but lousy as far as support goes.

Otherwise I'll do something that I won't be able to live with. And that's important to me, being able to live with my actions. My thoughts are a different story. They've my own and they don't hurt anyone but me.

And while I tell him all my thoughts, I don't always share my secrets.

Love fills all the gaps in our souls.

You'll love him. Or maybe you'll just love him a time or two.

She's unhurt—or at least not bleeding on the oustide.

Please don't' ask me how I feel about it. If I had to pick a word, I'd say homicidal.

I think my invisibility cloak just failed.

You're on a blind date. The only other questions is: Why aren't you drinking heavily?

If the world ends tomorrow, understand that I regret saying no.

I've heard the story about the woman who opened the box and let havoc grab a choke hold on the world.

He reels me in, cups my face with both hands, and becomes my whole world. This is a kiss--maybe the last one we'll ever know, so we stay there forever, warm and safe. When he pulls away, something is lost. I think it's my heart.

It's satisfying. It yields immediate results. Something is dirty. Then it's not.

When I awake, the world is still gone.

I have two choices: attend my sister's dinner party or tie a plastic sack around my mother's head until she runs out of ngagging. I choose the evil that doesn't come witha felony conviction.

Can I ask you something? Boxers. Briefs exacerbate my claustrophobia.

Five years, my family thinks it's time I moved on. I'd like to move on with a non-asshole

Are you menstruating? what? You're angry. Women are often angry when they menstruate. It is the hormones.

It's not just college grades that fall in a curve. Human decency is bell-shaped, with some of us slopping over the edges. Saints on one end, sinners on the other.

I pray to a God I don't really have faith in just so I feel like I have company.

Do you realize you're talking to yourself? Yes. It's good that you know the difference.

You're not dead. I'm not dead. Why? How? Dying wasn't on my list.

Our new intern sorts pot shards like some kind of savant. The other interns call himi Rain Man.

If you kill him, call me. I'm bound by doctor client privilege. Really? No, but the courts make exceptions for assholes.

Do you want me, too? Yes. And no. I'll take that. For now.

Just a cold. And I think maybe I'm pregnant, because I'm always riding the porcelain bus, or thinking about it.

Just say the word and I'll make him stay. I have to do it. There's no have to. Not even now.