The conclusion I have reached is that, above all, dogs are witnesses. They are allowed access to our most private moments. They are there when we thi….

The simplest thing that can be said about any person, any relationship, is that it's not simple at all..

I sing of a woman with ink on her hands and pictures hidden beneath her hair. I sing of a dog with skin like velvet pushed the wrong way.I sing of th….

I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep..

It's true, isn't it, that each of us has two hearts? The secret heart, curled behind like a fist, living gnarled and shrunken beneath the plain, open….

Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air..

All this to say: I am forty-three years old. I may yet live another forty. What do I do with those years? How do I fill them without Lexy? When I com….

I'm not going to feel guilty for wanting the things that everyone wants..

I've always known that the best part of writing occurs before you've picked up a pen. When a story exists only in your mind, its potential is infinit….

There's no book that absolutely everyone loves..

There would be hard times, but what did I care if we had hard times? The branches of my love were wide, and they caught the rain and the snow. We wou….

For so long, it was just my secret. It burned inside me, and I felt like I was carrying something important, something that made me who I was and mad….

How can it be, I wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and….

Washing the Dead is an illuminating and intricately layered novel about the complicated legacies that pass from mother to daughter, and about the way….

Had I known but yesterday what I know today, I’d have taken out your two grey eyes and put in eyes of clay. And had I known but yesterday you’d be no….

I remember my wife in white.' It just made people weep to hear it...Everybody just thought it was the saddest sentence that was ever written. And it ….

I can't take one breath, not one single breath, without knowing that I love you..

You wake up and you feel - what? Heaviness, an ache inside, a weight, yes. A soft crumpling of the flesh. A feeling like all the surfaces inside you ….

It's not the content of our dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments w….

It's gratifying to know that you've appeared in someone else's dreams. It's proof that you exist, in a way, proof that you have substance and value o….

Sometimes I wonder how we can be so sure what it is God sees. How arrogant we are, I sometimes think, to imagine there's someone watching us every mi….