Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.
Each morning, despite the unknowns, they made their legs move.
Don't throw away luck on little stuff. Save it up.
Stories are for joining the past to the future.
What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.
And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever.
Stories can save us.
…he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad?...
You can't fix your mistakes. Once people are dead, you can't make them undead.