Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.

I try really hard to ask people to take a look at their bookshelves. Are there female writers on it? Gay writers? Writers of color? There should be.

The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.

We could all be lucky. We could all be what we want to be, instead of who someone else told us to be.

Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.