Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

I can't remember, because I never knew.

Imagine others complexly.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.

He reached up t0 grab one and came down with several, and they kept coming, washing over him, floating all around him. Never have tampon strings seemed so beautiful as they rolled up and down with the wind, landing on the ground and then twirling and floating up again, falling and rising and falling and rising.

I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts piled on the floor in the vain hope that inside that pile there might be some wondrously perfect shirt down there, a nice and tough but I'm also a surprisingly good listener with a true and abiding passion for cheers and those who lead them.

I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.