Each divorce is the death of a small civilization.

Basketball allowed me to revere my father without him knowing what I was up to. I took up basketball as a form of homage and mimicry.

She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.

Love's action. It isn't talk and it never has been.

Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.

I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don't mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.

The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.