I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn't recognize it. It's not that I didn't trust him, becuase I did. It's that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don't know how I could have tried harder.

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

And she would say, "Today you believe in God?" And he would say, "Today I believe in love".

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.

There are still many different ways to get stuck, existentially stuck. Feeling like, "This is worthless. I'm wasting my time, and I would be wasting the time of someone who tried to read this." It happens all the time.

As long as I am thinking, I am alive.