I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.

I am prone to envy. It is one of my three default emotions, the others being greed and rage. I have also experienced compassion and generosity, but only fleetingly and usually while drunk, so I have little memory.

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

We haven't slept together. But we've napped

Other people sound flat to my ear; their words just hang in the air. But when my mother says something, the ends curl.

When I ate vanilla frosting straight from the can, I could feel God standing right nest to me like a real best friend, watching, and smiling, and wishing he had a mouth.