Good days, they come around the oddest corners.

So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

Part of me really wants to believe that hope is entirely available to all of us. We don't have to embrace it. It would be sentimental and silly to say that we all need it, but it is absolutely available to all of us.

What was a life anyway? An accumulation of small shelves of incident.

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

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.