The woman had looked into the abyss and then walked out across it.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

They were nice enough people and all, but there wasn't much love in them. Because they were too busy being afraid. Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

You could not turn off love- even the rather absent, sometimes taken for granted love- the way you'd turn off a faucet. Love ran from the heart and the heart had it's own imperatives