Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.

I think the most interesting parts of human experience might be the sparks that come from that sort of chipping flint of cultures rubbing against each other.

Humans can be fairly ridiculous animals.

The gods you do not pay are the ones that can curse you best.

Downstream is always someone else's up.

For time and eternity there have been fathers like Nathan who simply can see no way to have a daughter but to own her like a plot of land. To work her, plow her under, rain down a dreadful poison upon her. Miraculously, it causes these girls to grow. They elongate on the pale slender stalks of their longing, like sunflowers with heavy heads. You can shield them with your body and soul, trying to absorb that awful rain, but they'll still move toward him. Without cease they'll bend to his light.

There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.