“Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.”

“Mark Twain said, “The two most important days in your life is the day you were born and the day you find out why”I don't remember the day I was born but I remember the day I found out why.His name was Deuce.He was my “why”.And this is our story.It is not a pretty one. Some parts of it are downright ugly.But it’s ours.And because I believe everything happens for a reason, I wouldn’t change a thing”

“No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.”

“On the way home I was mugged and hit my head and got amnesia. I don't remember anything that happened before yesterday. I found your address in my wallet. I couldn't remember my name. I still can't. Let's go out and get new ones. My treat.”

“Whatever became of the momentwhen one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet I can't remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it, before we know that there are words,out we come, bloodied and squalling...with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one directionand time is its only measure.”

“I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary.”