I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?

They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?

I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral, ironic and relevatory-here is the full chaos of life. An amazing talent.

To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.

echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.

Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.