These stories depressed me. Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.
CasebookOur stories become self-fulfilling; we will always live up to the story. So make it a desired one
Don't Think Of a Blue BallClosure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.
The Examined Life: How We Lose and Find OurselvesIf abandoned rage asks, / Say, the very blood of our lives eats composure up.
The End of the Alphabet: PoemsWe walk into the rest of our lives together, not knowing it'll end before it's truly started.
Far from You