We can't love our neighbors till we know how crooked their hearts are.

And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.

I tried--I swear I tried. But you didn't want to hear what I was saying, and I used that as an excuse to let it go on.

I’ll give you my strength if I can have your remission.

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her.