But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?

Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement "Stitch.

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.