Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.

I like geography best, he said, because your mountains & rivers know the secret. Pay no attention to boundaries.

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

Opening a door to the mysteries, hoping to shed a little dark on all the stuff we think we know.

My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce & puree & crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first. I don't want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It's not healthy.

There is nothing more I ask of this life than this moment, exactly so. And suddenly forever seems like too short a time.

I don't blame you for everything, she told me. Just the stuff my friends & I can agree on.