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

So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

All of a sudden America wasn't about hamburgers and hot rods anymore. It was about the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. It was about something that had happened for two minutes four hundred years ago, instead of everything that had happened since. Instead of everything that was happening now!

The following doodle: a girl with pigtails is bent under the weight of a gigantic boulder. Her cheeks puff out, and her rounded lips expel steam. One widening steam cloud contains the word Pressure, darkly retraced.

Chunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.

We knew that Cecilia had killed herself because she was a misfit, because the beyond called to her, and we knew that her sisters, once abandoned, felt her calling from that place, too.