I Considered Her My Ally,

This Is How Moths Speak To Each Other. They Tell Their Love Across The Fields By Scent. There Is No Mouth, The Wrong Words Are Impossible, Either A Mate Is There Or He Is Not, And If So The Pair Will Find Each Other In The Dark.

Value Is Not Made Of Money, But A Tender Balance Of Expectation And Longing.

This Forest Eats Itself And Lives Forever.

Alice Wonders If Other Women In The Middle Of The Night Have Begun To Resent Their Formica.

Empathy Is Really The Opposite Of Spiritual Meanness. It's The Capacity To Understand That Every War Is Both Won And Lost. And That Someone Else's Pain Is As Meaningful As Your Own.