a handful of crumpled stars

We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.

In Shakespeare Saved My Life, [author Laura Bates] said she got better papers from [prisoners] than she got from people in her regular classes. Because she was teaching, of course, Macbeth, and a number of them had murdered people. The guy who wrote the best paper said, "You do have this, 'Is this a dagger which I see before me?' before you do it, but in my case it was a gun."

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.

Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went. No, why? You moved. Just don't move.