I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.

Everybody knows the competing identities of people who have kids.

In the end, everyone loses everyone.

Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. table ivory elephant charm rainbow onion hairdo violence melodrama honey...None of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her but to each she would have to say I don't love you.

I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.

I want to talk about God in a literary way. But I think I would have a very hard time praying to God.