Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself--

The woman gestured to a seat and put on a patient face. An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.