Embodiment means we no longer say, I had this experience; we say, I am this experience.

If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

I'd heard August say more than once, "If you need something from somebody, always give that person a way to hand it to you." T. Ray needed a face-saving way to hand me over, and August was giving it to him.

If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.

There was nothing I hated worse than clumps of whispering girls who got quiet when I passed. I started picking scabs off my body and, when I didn't have any, gnawing the flesh around my fingernails until I was a bleeding wreck. I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being me.

When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?