She wanted to tell him so mach, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still, you should dance. If they ask you to burn the flag, wave it. If they ask you to murder, re-create.

Sometimes thinking back on things is a mistake arising out of pride, but I guess you live inside a moment for years, move with it and feel it grow, and it sends out roots until it touches everything in sight.

Everything was fabulous, even our breakdowns.

People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one who knows except the person who carts it around her own self.

Things in life have no real beginning, though our stories about them always do.

Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.

I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.