They were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived- bound, in other words, for life.

They were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived- bound, in other words, for life.

The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.

It was morning by the clock but deepest nighttime in his body.

I had a briefcase at one point, but it was a kind of 1980s New Wave briefcase. It was made of some kind of cardboard and it had metal hinges. It was kind of faux industrial looking, and I used to carry my books in it rather than a backpack. I didn't want to have normal student accoutrements.

The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.

We're all made up of many parts, other halves. Not just me.