Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.

I don't think you ever think of a big city as sweet or community, but there are cities that I think of as charming and particular and interesting cities. I live in one now, Charleston.

I have a theory that Southern madhouses are full of gifted women who were stifled.

Walter loves the sea, and I need it in some elemental way that I cannot even come close to verbalizing. I become dim and shriveled somehow at my very core if I am away from the sea too long. When I return to it I seem to fill up and overflow with it, soaking in the vast, sighing wetness of it like a parched vine in a long, soft spring rain.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.