According to all the experts, it's time for me to talk about what I'm going through... I can't. I'd need a new alphabet, one made of falling, of tectonic plates shifting, of the deep devouring dark.

I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

My grandmother thinks it's really funny to put all sorts of things in our - my lunch. I never know what'll be inside: e.e. cummings, flower petals, a handful of buttons. She seems to have lost sight of the original purpose of the brown bag." - Lennie "Or maybe she thinks other forms of nourishment are more important." - Joe

And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting?

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?