You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You quote Neruda. You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. Because you know in your lying cheater’s heart that sometimes a start is all we ever get.

Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, either.

I know a number of people who - from the comments they make - are going to vote for [Donald] Trump when that curtain closes. But let's keep it real honest here: They are voting for a xenophobic, anti-Latino white supremacist - don't try to pretty it up. This is now the age when people want to be white supremacists, but they don't actually want to be known for it.

I find reading to be a delight, a source of comfort, a way to explore.

You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life.

The idea that America has cornered the market on anti-immigration is ridiculous. It's a global phenomenon.