He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

It's something everybody wants-for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.

I said, "If I was a Negro girl-" He placed his fingers across my lips so I tasted his saltiness. "We can't think of changing our skin," he said. "Change the world-that's how we gotta think."

We write to taste life twice," Anais Nin wrote, "in the moment and in retrospection.

The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.

I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.