In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.

This life is but the childhood of our immortality.

We can’t always tell the whole story about ourselves.

In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.

The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in—as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way and was now turned around headed downstream.

There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place

I knew every raindrop by its name.