She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.

Nothing has ever looked like that ever in all of human history.

But pizza was originally Italian, although, Italian pizza doesn't taste much like this because this pizza is fortified with sodium. Which is a mineral...or a vitamin. All I know is that it's good for you.

Without pain, we couldn't know joy.

Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?