Sometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world.

Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.

In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.

Our stories can set us free. When we set them free.