Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.
I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose.
Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.
Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.