We are conjured voiceless out of nothing and must return to an unknowing state. What happens in between is an uncontrolled dance, and what we ask for in love is no more than a momentary chance to get the steps right, to move in harmony until the music stops.

The Internet, which seems now so embedded and personal and crucial to our lives, isn't at all - we really shouldn't think of it that way.

There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.

The world tips away when we look into our children's faces.

People forget the good, because the bad has more punch.

I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.

It was just enough to sit there without words.