So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.

I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

There is a movement happening, a quiet one. A low-profile, low-resolution revolution. Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas. Those with something to say. They communicate through text inscribed on true public spaces, rather than blogs and forums. Choosing fewer words, even without being bound by 140 character limits. Using ink instead of pixels. Sending messages in living, breathing space. Pens scream louder into the void. Even if permanent ink is not aptly named.

Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.

It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.

Scent is often underestimated, when it can be the most evocative.