As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.

I have always felt extremely weird. But I am very happy with my weirdnesses, and I want other people to be very happy with theirs.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.

As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.

Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go

Please don't let Daddy die Susie," he whispered. "I need him.