My goal in life is to become an adjective.

What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

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.

I always work in a room where there's no Internet to keep from being distracted so easily.

Virgin suicide What was that she cried? No use in stayin' On this holocaust ride She gave me her cherry She's my virgin suicide

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

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.