Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.

I’m not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better. But please, isn’t this the kind of thing you talk about in somber tones, in the afternoon, with some degree of hope and maybe even a handful of strategies?

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making those long noodles you love so much.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.