Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold? yesterday i was told a story about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old, who cannot fall asleep because when she does she dreams of nothing but the day she watched her dog eat her neighbor's corpse. if you told her war is over do you think she can sleep?

When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

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

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.