If life's a joke, then suicide's a bad punch line.

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

I tried out the unfamiliar syllables. They fit. They cracked in my ears like a fist through ice.

This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of happenstance were at this moment occurring or failing to occur in order to ensure he took his next breath, and the next.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that. And living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on Earth.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.