We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into the world but us.

If you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening.

When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.

When midlist writers are treated like dirt, I would desist were I less stubborn and less committed.

All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.

Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.