Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.

That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

Funerals...are for the living.

A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.

Crying is you, plus tears