Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.

Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn't quite because we were too smart for them!