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

We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.

she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.

I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.

She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST HIT YOUR HEAD. But it was not a dream and there was no Kansas and he was never coming back.

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.