...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.

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

and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it's giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

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

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