We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

I don't have a single plan for my life more important than learning to love people well.

and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.