If You're Gonna Do Something

Could We Betray Our Parents By Going Back To Them?

It Is A Special Kind Of Homelessness To Be Evicted From Your Dreams.

The Girl Has A Funny Way Of Romanticizing Things.

Madness, As I Understood It From Books, Meant A Person Who Was Open To The High White Whine Of Everything.

Heaven, Kiwi Thought, Would Be The Reading Room Of A Great Library. But It Would Be Private. Cozy. You Wouldn't Have To Worry About Some Squeaky-shoed Librarian Turning The Lights Off On You Or Gauging Your Literacy By Reading The Names On Your Book Spines, And There Wouldn't Be A Single Other Patron. The Whole Place Would Hum With A Library's Peace, Filtering Softly Over You Like White Bars Of Light.