Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn't appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.

It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.

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.

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

The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.

We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.