There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of the other's voice across the room, because even when the nig….

Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling them in as we make choices, good ….

I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen..

That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly..

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it..

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me..

And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting?.

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth..

He's bent over the strings tuning his guitar with such passionate attention I almost feel I should look away but I can't. In fact I'm full on gawking….

It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way..

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?.

[Lennie meets Joe - he works out that she was named after John Lennon] I nod. "Mom was a hippie." This is northern Northern California after all - th….

Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person..

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on t….

He doesn't have to say it, i feel it too; it's not subtle - like every bell for miles and miles is ringing at once, loud and clanging, hungry ones an….

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stone….

grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that bu….

I gasp, because Isn't that just exactly what I've been doing too: writing poems and scattering them to the winds with the same hope as Gram that some….

... every available inch of his face busts into a smile - whoa. Has he blown into our school on a gust of wind from another world? The guy looks unab….

Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring an….

Life's a freaking mess. In fact, I'm going to tell Sarah we need to start a new philosophical movement: messessentialism instead of existentialism: F….