I know I may not be as artsy, creative, pretty, or musically inclined as some, but I bet I can make you laugh, and I bet I can be one of the best supporters you've ever had, and I even bet that I can make you feel better than almost anyone. My talent, is the amount that I can care about a person, and how far I'm willing to go- my beauty comes from the love I give. Forget about your paintings, or your songs, because those aren't always going to carry you, but I have things to carry me for a lifetime.

I miss this day, a lot.

Sleep comes harshly on nights like these.

My eye is getting better.

'My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!" "But you're only seven," I said.' - Nicole Krauss, 'The History of Love'