I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.

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.

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.

He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.

Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.

I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.