Her Hand Touched Me At The Wrist.

There's More Danger In The Violence You Don't Face.

I Don't See Novels Ending With Any Real Sense Of Closure.

A Man In A Desert Can Hold Absence In His Cupped Hands Knowing It Is Something More Than Water. There Is A Plant Whose Heart, If One Cuts It Out Is Replaced With Fluid Containing Herbal Goodness. Every Morning One Can Drink The Liquid Amount Of The Missing Heart.

From This Point On, She Whispered, We Will Either Find Or Lose Our Souls.

I'll Be Looking At The Moon, But I'll Be Seeing You.