I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.

I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.

Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside

The body is a damn hard thing to kill.

Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.