My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.

To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.

You can ruin anything if you focus at it.

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

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

I want to be violated by insight.