Perhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn't create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written.

Sleep just a while longer, that's it, where else can you go where you neither suffer nor cause suffering.

War is unnatural, it causes people to act unnaturally.

How often is immense sadness mistaken for courage?

You are a coward,' she said, and with that one word wrote a denunciation, a biography, and a prophecy.

She was fluent in four languages and yet her fists against the rusted hood were the fullest articulation of her defeat.

She praised his book and he embraced her from gratitude rather than lust, but she didn't let go. Neither did he. She kissed his cheek, his earlobe. For months they'd run their fingers around the hem of their affection without once acknowledging the fabric. The circumference of the world tightened to what their arms encompassed. She sat on the desk, between the columns of read and unread manuscript, and pulled him toward her by his index fingers.