I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.

Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.