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.

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

We're all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there's too much thought and not enough heart.

When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It's nourishing; it's rejuvenating.

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

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

I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.