I Can Only Hold On To The

That’s All Anyone Wants From Anyone Else, Not Love Itself But The Knowledge That Love Is There.

I Want To Talk About God In A Literary Way. But I Think I Would Have A Very Hard Time Praying To God.

I See Myself As Someone Who Makes Things. Definitions Have Never Done Anything But Constrain.

I Could Tell That Mom Was Dreaming, But I Didn't Want To Know What She Was Dreaming About, Because I Had Enough Of My Own Nightmares, And If She Had Been Dreaming Something Happy, I Would Have Been Angry At Her For Dreaming Something Happy.

I Do Think Ordinariness Is, In A Way, The Enemy, But Not Ordinariness As The Opposite Of Flamboyance.