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YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.

You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing.

You can't predict the outcome. You can't raise a child and then tell them what to think.

Mom's smiles were so full of feeling that people leaned back a little when she greeted them. It was hard to know just how much was being offered.

I wanted to bathe in plum juice, rediscover my body and adorn it in kiwi circles.

It was ridiculous, at times, how many tears one body could produce.

That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.

I liked Hans Christian Andersen because the tales were so dark and tragic.

When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It's nourishing; it's rejuvenating.

I didn't mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope - make yourself a structure you can live inside.

Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.

Don't smile," he said.

There was love to be felt, and discovered, still.

She is walking around the living room naked and

It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.

It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.

It is these empty spaces you have to watch out for, as they flood up with feeling before you even realize what's happened.

We're like the couple on the sitcom that has good sparks but never get together for the sake of ratings.

You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.

I love food. I'm not a great cook, but I love to cook, and I like how different it is from writing.

He had a good face to him, something chunky in his nose that I could get behind.

But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.

I really like feeling connected to people and feeling like I have a good, solid sense of empathy.

The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.

Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.

I'm obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s. It's such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.

Pain was no longer a mystery to him, and a man familiar with pain has entered a new kind of freedom.

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

I love the idea of numerology, but I don't really believe in it. But I like thinking about what numbers convey.

She could feel it brimming on her lips, that superstar smile, the bow shape, the teeth long and solid tombstones.

It is difficult to want to tell a grave that it is not immortal. It's so obvious at that point.

I want to be violated by insight.

An old man with overalls walked by; I don't think old people should wear overalls; it makes them look like shrivelly toddlers.

Granted, I'm someone who loves words. I've always loved poetry - so it's suited to me.

Rose,sensing her mother's distress ... She did not face me, but I could feel the vibration of tears, a kind of pain hive,rustling inside her.

Being there was like having a good cry, the clearing of the air after weight has been held.

My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.

I felt her come by later, as I was dozing off. Her standing, by my bed. The depth of shadow of a person felt behind closed eyelids.

Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.

Her blush was the color of a coral reef, but smooth.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

... kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.

You can ruin anything if you focus at it.

We end up kissing her for an hour, and her lips are so soft they are almost like a joke.

I will never die, thought the cake to itself, in even simpler terms, as cakes did not have sophisticated use of language.

I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

As a kid, I liked making up stories, and I wrote a story about a kangaroo and a bat with Christy Chang, and she went on to become a surgeon.

Ponytail girl leaned over and she and the tall boy kissed and it was carcinogen gums and magical.

Your eyes shine," he said. "How do they do that?"
"Blood," she said.

I loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.

I love all the arts - so museums, theatre, music, walks near trees or by the ocean, time with people, psychological readings.

I give boring people something to discuss over corn.

But she was not there, in it. It so

As a kid, I often figured it was good to be patient to a fault.

To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.

We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.

I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q ...

Dad lost his job. Then he got a new job. Then he got his old job back and went back to it. They were all in the same building.

Writing can be a frightening, distressing business, and whatever kind of structure or buffer is available can help a lot.

I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.

Last day I saw him human, he was sad about the world.

For me as a person, friendships are incredibly important to me, but in writing, they can distract me.

I think it's good to smile at everybody so that everyone knows you love everyone. It's good for human pacifism.

As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.

The writing I tend to think of as 'good' is good because it's mysterious.

This woman he met was the woman he met and however you try, you cannot unmeet.

[ ... ]when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.

The world can ask you to participate, but it's a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

One could not spend one's life in the imaginings of another life.

But truthfully? Let me tell you what I honestly think.
I think, maybe he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone.
But. I have.

We are all, generally, symmetrical: ants, elephants, lions, fish, flowers, leaves. But she was a tree. No one expects a tree to be symmetrical at all.

I have trouble describing my own style, since it's sort of like describing my own eye color or something.

I am going to host Thanksgiving myself and instead of a turkey I'm serving a big human butt.

We have better things to do. We realize life is not just a dress rehearsal and if you realize it, you don't need a bumper sticker to remind you.

I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.

Walk soft, like whispers.

But the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.

A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

It's unsettling to meet people who don't eat apples.

I like the idea of a place that is dealing with painful, messy, frightening, and very human events that is also so beautiful and ethereal.