There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Peter was, simply, what a person would look like if you boiled down the most raw emotions and filtered them of any social contract. If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.

Men. You can't live with them...and you can't legally shoot them. I tossed out my husband eight years ago and got a llama instead. Best decision I ever made.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.