I think it's important to leave spaces in a story for readers to fill in from their own experience.

If you are looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the Independent Spirit Awards.

If a piece of knotted string can unleash the wind, and if a drowned man can awaken, then I believe a broken man can heal.

Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.

Ordinary parties, he thought, were subtle games of sexual and social badminton.

What we fear we often rage against.

It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.