There's always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

I've never gotten over high school, to the extent that I'm still a little surprised that my friends want to hang out with me.

The thing is, it's my own fault. I just can't put up with a person that won't go out of his way for me. And that's what a man is. Somebody that won't go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.

she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace