She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.

If you have a structure beforehand, you're sort of stuffing your story into a pre-assembled box. You don't want that to happen. What you want in your writing is to have a sort of wildness that occurs. And then, out of the wildness, a structure emerges.

She was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.

Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don't function for what things aren't.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.

Good days, they come around the oddest corners.