But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.

I think a little menace is fine to have in a story. For one thing, it's good for the circulation.

My life is going to change. I feel it.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

You have to have been in love to write poetry.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.