So much is happening and yet nothing at all.

With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces." Nick says. "Maybe," Nick says, "what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

Usually my characters, though young, tend to be street-wise.

In a field, I am the absence of field. In a crowd, I am the absence of crowd. In a dream, I am the absence of dream. But I don't want to live as an absence. I move to keep things whole. Because sometimes I feel drunk on positivity. Sometimes I feel amazement at the tangle of words and lives, and I want to be a part of that tangle.

Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?

There is no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.