In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.

Wear your heart on the page, and people will read to find out how you solved being alive.

nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat of it, everything looks as valuable as everything else. But, because nothing looks worth the bother, not even your life.

When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.

I wanted to be a veterinarian, but slipped up when I hit organic chemistry.