I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

Any given moment - no matter how casual, how ordinary - is poised, full of gaping life.

I see that I must give what I most need.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.

No one is born just once. If you're lucky, you'll emerge again in someone's arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail of terror brushes the inside of your skull.

Even as a child, even as my blood-past was drained from me, I understood that if I were strong enough to accept it, I was being offered a second history.

Some stones are so heavy only silence helps you carry them!