She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you'd seen her handwriting you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.

During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water.

College wasn't like the real world. In the real world people dropped names based on their renown. In college, people dropped names based on their obscurity.

Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.

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

Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.

no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.