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.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

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.

Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.

Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you.

At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant enough. She cried at the fear of something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it.

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