That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

The word God asks a question and then answers it before there is any chance to wonder.

I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.

I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It’s not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

I don't tally the world, asking, "Would this annoy you? Would this annoy you?" That's so far removed from where I'm at when I'm in the trenches struggling with how to express things that I don't fully understand myself.

I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.