Category: prose

“She wanted something to happen – something, anything: she did not know what.”

“Beauty will save the world.”

“I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.”

“I am infinitely strange to myself.”

“The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.”

“How will I survive this missing? How do others do it?”

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

“There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one.”

“…At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined.”

“Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.”