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

I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.

It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.

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

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

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

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