If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.

Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form.

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards. . . . It's a magpie Christmas market.

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.