I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

I believe a writer's most important skill lies in being able to see things from different perspectives.

However, while being able to think about two things at the same time is a terribly convenient, the training it takes to get there is frustrating at best, and at other times rather disturbing. I remember one time I looked for the stone for almost an hour before I consented to ask the other half of me where I'd hidden it, only to find I hadn't hidden the stone at all. I had merely been waiting to see how long I would look before giving up. Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling, to say the very least.

I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

I have no balance. My life is a hot mess.