I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.

We landed, in fact, parallel to a canal, like there were two runways: one for us and one for waterfowl.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

The Degree to which I am blessed staggers me... the degree to which I take that for granted shames me. -Streetwalking with Jesus

He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.