Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.

Words are the weights which hold our history in place.

How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.