I like to think that I get better and better as a writer, but it seems pretty easy to me to slip on disguises of various people.

Instead of the word 'love' there was an enormous heart, a symbol sometimes used by people who have trouble figuring out the difference between words and shapes.

There is only laughing across the land as the car moves you along, on your way someplace with love in the car.

The library was one enormous room, with long, high metal shelves and the perfect quiet that libraries provide for anyone looking for an answer.

It seems to me that oftentimes in young relationships once there's a problem of some significance then it's almost like they're both racing for the dumper buzzer.

When you start reading nonfiction books about piracy, you realize that it's actually just a history of desperate people.

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone.