His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.

Something having been done just about everywhere just about always is no kind of justification for doing it now.

Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.

I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.

Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.