The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.

there are only these: sparkling eyes, smudged lipstick, fading starlight, the crunching of feet on gravel, laughter, and a slow walk home.

I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I think of them.

Now that I've had a book published, it is quite validating, but a bit embarrassing.

It takes a lot of energy and creativity to make such screwed up lives carry on. And the kind of will people have to survive, year after year, dealing with that stuff, is weirdly impressive.

The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.

If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?