...and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada.

It's exactly at these moments, when all hope has vanished, that prayer has dominion.

[Donald] Trump is taking America's dirty laundry to the center stage. Everything he does, the rest of the country already does really well: victimize immigrants, poor people, women.

Travel light. She extended her arms to embrace her house, maybe the whole world.

In my view, a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.

In another universe I probably came out OK, ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which to swim, but in this world I had a brother who was dying of cancer and a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.

The half-life of love is forever.