It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

I wanted so badly to tell him, but something about that entire night seemed so beautiful, so bizarre, that I didn't trust it with my secrets.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.