I Always Feel It Is

I Am The Person Who Is Appropriating Stories That Are Not Mine And Turning Them Into A Book.

Shame Should Be Reserved For The Things We Choose To Do, Not The Circumstances That Life Puts On Us

Happiness Compresses Time, Makes It Dense And Bright, Pocketsized.

There Was No Time For Kissing But She Wanted Him To Know That In The Future There Would Be. A Kiss In So Much Loneliness Was Like A Hand Pulling You Up Out Of The Water, Scooping You Up From A Place Of Drowning And Into The Reckless Abundance Of Air. A Kiss, Another Kiss.

Our Friendship Was Like Our Writing In Some Ways. It Was The Only Thing That Was Interesting About Our Otherwise Dull Lives. We Were Better Off When We Were Together. Together We Were A Small Society Of Ambition And High Ideals. We Were Tender And Patient And Kind. We Were Not Like The World At All.