Just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean you're not still underwater.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

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

I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands.

My job ... I do nothing, it pays nothing, but - you guessed it - it's better than nothing.

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

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.