There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

I feel like I need to give people a note with the book that says, 'I'm OK, no worries!'

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

People say children from broken homes have it hard, but the children of charmed marriages have their own particular challenges.