“I must be really ugly or something, because nobody wants me. Not even God wants me. That's why he makes me stand out here in the cold. - excerpt from: freefalling”

“Every thing's for sale out here. Anything you want. About the only thing you can't buy is my dignity and self-respect, cause those were the first to go. And I gave them away for free. - excerpt from: freefalling”

“If you're going to give me something, give me something I'll miss.excerpt from: freefalling”

“You don't even like me, remember?" That's what I try to say. What actually comes out of my mouth is closer to a baby's first attempt at babbling. "Shh." He runs his fingertips along my cheek, caressing my face. "Hush. I'm right here." He looks at me with deep anguish in his eyes. Like there's so much he wants to tell me but feel it's too late now. I want to stroke his face and tell him that it will be okay. That everything will be all right. And I wish so badly that it would be.”

“My hand stays out with the offered food long enough to make the moment awkward. "Don't you want it?" I ask."That depends on why you're giving it to me."I shrug. "Sometimes, as we're stumbling along in the dark, we hit something good.”

“It often felt like God had merely let me into a foyer where I could hear others playing my note in another room, with no way to get to the music. And that's really what I wanted to do. I wanted to play my note. I wanted to do the thing that made me feel alive.”

“I love you, Meg. I want tomarry you. I want to sleep with you every night, make love with you, have kids. I want to fight together andwork together and—just be together. Now are you going to keep standing there, staring at me, or couldyou put me out of my misery and say you still love me, at least a little?”