Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.

Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.

Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.

Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.

My interest is in how meaning is communicated via language, and I believe the shape, positioning, even the color of the language has an effect on meaning.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.