A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts.

Of the two hundred bones in the human body, more than a quarter are in the foot. It is a more complicated instrument than an automobile transmission, and it is treated with far less consideration.

Children can be your heartache. But that doesn't matter, you have to go on and have them . . . it works out.

A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.

Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage.

I have my own sheep and I literally sheer the sheep and knot sweaters for friends and family from scratch.