The struggle is what teaches you.
Grief rolled across the space between us like a wash of salt water.
I love being single. It's almost like being rich.
Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.
If your mind isn't open, keep your mouth shut too.
Grade school was perilous. ... I can see how I must have worried them. I was the kind of kid who, for no apparent reason, wept piteously or threw up on myself. On an especially scary day, I sometimes did both.