But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.
As a species, we’re either very resilient or super callous. I don’t know which.
Plant. Some girls started crying and asking me what was going on, like I’d actually have a clue, and whether the worst reports we were reading or watching on our phones were the accurate ones. But how...
Crime? I was in trouble because a man had said I was not clean there. He was lying. He only said that because he was not clean there and I told him we should shower before we fucked.
The problem with always having to be right is that sometimes you’re not. And so, if you’re like me, those times when you’re not, you try and save face—especially after you’ve seriously fucked up. You...
The message, if you think about it this way, is all about taking chances because fate or destiny or God will protect you. Take a risk, have a little faith. It’s all about life, not death.
The honest answer is more complex. On some level I was sent. Or inspired. Or called. But my calling, such as it was, wasn't a single booming invitation from above (really, is it ever?)...
The Beatrice that obsessed Dante was a Florentine named Bice di Folco Portinari. Envision this moment (and, in all fairness, I am envisioning it the way Henry Holiday did in his exquisite nineteenth-c...
Sometimes I believe we would all be better off if we always treated people like this was the last time we were ever going to see them
She talks and talks because whenever she is silent she finds herself looking at him and her breath grows a little short.
She cringed when she saw she needed a bikini wax - and cringed that she even got them in the first place. It wasn't the pain. It was the whole idea she was raising her daughter in a world where pubic...
Serafina may think I’m a crazy person, but I’m not. She has her scars, too—and not only the ones I saw when she turned her head and her hair fell aside. We are both living out our lives in a Purgatori...
Remember that person you wanted to be? There’s still time. She wanted to believe that; she wanted to believe it almost desperately. She wanted to be different from what she was—to be anything but what...
Pain came in all colors and sizes, much of it far worse than the pricks and aches and fever dreams that affected the body
My presence scared them. I reminded them of the one thing in the world we want most to forget.
I’m not sure I can think of anything sadder than a homeless person with a homeless dog.
It was Aldous Huxley who observed, Every man’s memory is his private literature.
I love it when the snowflakes are flying like butterflies.
I have lived with magic and without magic, and I can tell you with certainty that a life with magic is better....
Everything about [chance] scares the bejesus out of so many people; it's the this thing they try to avoid at all costs. Don't travel to the Middle East these days - there's a chance something could ha...