When God is a father, he is said to be elsewhere. When God is a mother, she is said to be everywhere.

For years, I kept a Post-it note above my desk. WORK NOT LOVE! was what it said. It seemed a sturdier kind of happiness.

I had thought loving two people so much would straighten it.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

Also she signed away the right to self-destruct years ago. The fine print on the birth certificate, her friends call it.