I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.

He never wears a watch (his own rebellion against time, against watching).

The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

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 think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint - ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn't just the women. It's the great male fantasy - all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know - this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don't want a very long courtships. They want to know immediately.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.