It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Only humans can cry tears.

I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.

Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.

Try to live so that you can always tell the truth.

The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape.