The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is.y

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

You were in Sweden?" Boomer asked. "No," I said. "The trip got called off at the last minute. Because of political the unrest" "In Sweden?" Priya seemed skeptical. "Yeah-isn't it strange how the Times isn't covering it? Half the country's on strike because of that thing the crown prince said about Pippi Longstocking Which means no meatballs for Christmas, if you know what I mean." "That's so sad!" Boomer said.

That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.