Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

For the longest time after that, neither of us said anything. I was unaccustomed to his silence, but I didn't mind it. I knew near everything about him, and he knew near everything about me, and all that made our quiet a kind of song. The kind you hum without even knowing what it is or why you're humming it. The kind that you've always known.

But I wondered if all this kissing was a bad habit with him and me. The thing we did with our mouths instead of talking.

And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.

A place isn't a place until it has a bookstore.

It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.

The only love she inspires is the canine kind.