Maybe people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

I am the kind of woman who loves hurricanes. They put me in a party mood. Make me want to eat oysters on the half shell, and act slutty.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

Forget love. Try good manners.