You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

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

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven...

I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.

Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I’m taking to you and you know it.