It Is So Hard To Leave—until You

I Still Think That Maybe The "afterlife" Is Just Something We Made Up To Ease The Pain Of Loss, To Make Our Time In The Labyrinth Bearable. Maybe We Are Just Matter, And Matter Gets Recycled

All Sorts Of Yayness Floods My Brain. Love Is Such A Drug.

There's Some People In This World Who You Can Just Love And Love And Love No Matter What.

Chicago Is The Great American City, And It Was Really Great To Live There During A Time Of Economic Expansion And Opportunity And Growth. I Felt Like I Was Living At The Center Of The World. Unlike New York, No One Expects You To Be A Professional Writer.

You Are Helpful, And You Are Loved, And You Are Forgiven, And You Are Not Alone.