It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.

He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand.

...sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing atthe right time to the right person, that too-raresensation of having the right thing to say and believing it.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.

The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he'd been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.