This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.

I don't think of any sentence as a "one-liner", but I do pay attention to how people actually speak when they are being funny. Rhythm is key.

It was not miserable - often I did not miss her at all. But there was sometimes a quick, sinking ache when I walked in the door and saw she was not there. Twice, however, I'd felt the same sinking feeling when she was.

An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.

When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it.