“...writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth ...”

“...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly...”

“From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams”

“Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon”

“I knew I loved you when I kept trying to run away and find reasons why it wouldn’t work”

“...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...”

“You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth”

“...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...”

“I keep coming back to certain books, and you—to try to find myself again”

“...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...”

“...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...”