Laughter can shake you from the delirium of grief

Worse, the bodies of women, minorities, children, disenfranchised bodies (prisoners, so-called nut cases, etc...) and their truths don't "count" as either present and important in society or worth Pulitzer prizes as characters in literature.

Words carry oceans on their small backs.

I'd say art is with you. All around you. I'd say when there doesn't seem to be anyone else, there is art. I'd say you can love art how you wish to be loved. And I'd say art is a lifeline to the rest of us - we are out here. You are not alone. There is nothing about you that scares us. There is nothing unlovable about you, either.

Aspiration gets stuck in some people. It's difficult to think yes. Or up. When all you feel is fight or run.

The rocks. They carry the chronology of water. All things simultaneously living and dead in your hands.

Make up stories until you find one you can live with.