Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

Where else would she feel more comfortable than in this subterranean realm where people wrote down what they couldn't say, where they gave voice to their most shameful longings and knowledge?

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.