Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?

I wanted to eat her pain, take it into me and make it my own.

If anybody had shown me the paperwork for how my life was going to look in five years, I would have said, "No. That is not where I want to go."

No one should have to go back to the place where she had once been a girl.

Our friendship was like our writing in some ways. It was the only thing that was interesting about our otherwise dull lives. We were better off when we were together. Together we were a small society of ambition and high ideals. We were tender and patient and kind. We were not like the world at all.

I know that there are people out there who believe we should get rid of all guns.

The love between humans is the thing that nails us to the earth.