Perhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn't create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written..

She wanted to hold foreign syllables like mints on her tongue until they dissolved into fluency..

A good mixtape didn't just gather together a bunch of love songs, but instead created an emotional narrative specific to your affection. The stories ….

Anytime I can get either of them really laughing, I immediately pull out a pad of paper write the joke down, regardless of where we are or what we're….

My work often begins as little internal dares, wondering if I can pull something off. So I spent a few years drawing these stories together, trying t….

We twist our souls around each other’s miseries..

Invader and invaded held on to their fistfuls of earth, but in the end, the earth outlived the hands that held it..

In my own work, humor is necessary, for the reasons stated above, but also because forbidding your characters silliness, absurdity, irony, and vulgar….

Sleep just a while longer, that's it, where else can you go where you neither suffer nor cause suffering..

You are a coward,' she said, and with that one word wrote a denunciation, a biography, and a prophecy..

Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce, and that is who we are..

Life: a constellation of vital phenomena—organization, irritability, movement, growth, reproduction, adaptation..

Nothing, she now knew, could be defined in exclusion, and every bug, pencil, and grass blade was a dictionary in itself, requiring the definitions of….

For their entire lives, even before they met you, your mother and father held their love for you inside their hearts like an acorn holds an oak tree..

We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that….

He was losing her incrementally. It might be a few stray hairs listless on the pillow, or the crescents of bitten fingernails tossed behind the headb….

From personal experience, I completely agree that it is often easier to go for monotone sadness. When I was starting out, I wrote a gazillion short s….

How often is immense sadness mistaken for courage?.

Entire years had passed when he was rich enough in time to disregard the loose change of a minute, but now he obsessed over each one, this minute, th….

The short story that eventually grew into Constellation was the first fiction set in Russia that I'd ever written, and that was right around the time….

Her father was the face of her morning and night, he was everything, so saturating Havaa’s world that she could no more describe him than she could t….