There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.

The miracle is the adverbs, the way things are done.

And then like a song we'd forgotten was even on the mix, you stepped into the house and my whole life.

Every new promise was like something heavy I had to carry, with no place to put anything down.

There are many difficult things in this world to hide, but a secret is not one of them.

Friends can make you feel that the world is smaller and less sneaky than it really is, because you know people who have similar experiences.

This toast feels raw. Is it safe to eat raw toast?