Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

Tell freedom I said hello.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.