Usually my ideas are small.

I studied English literature in the honors program, which means that you had to take courses in various centuries. You had to start with Old English, Middle English, and work your way toward the modern. I figured if I did that it would force me to read some of the things I might not read on my own.

Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.

It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time.

Grief is natural,' she said. 'Overcoming it is a matter of choice.