Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.

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

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.

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

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

I want to be violated by insight.