Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.

Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.

I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.

Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.

My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen." — Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)

I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.