Jump or stay in the boat.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Ant Prune was holding one of the squirrels in her hand. ‘And once a day, we have ta clean their little private parts with a Q-tip, so they'll learn ta clean themselves.' That was a visual I didn't need

In the end, the Wheel crushes us all.

She yanked my plate away and took it to the sink. She rinsed some bones that looked like pork shoulder, which was weird since we'd had chicken tonight.

For me a book has always been a chance to reach out and connect to someone and not be alone.

Darkness does not leave us easily as we would hope.