The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away.

Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing done at home.

It's such a liability to love another person.

She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.

In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere.

I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.

Never apologize. Never explain.