“He holds his hand out for me to see it like hes cradling something delicate or breakable, an egg or like, his heart.”

“He holds his hand out for me to see it like he’s cradling something delicate or breakable, an egg or like, his heart.”

“Theres a reason humans peg-out around eighty: prose fatigue. It looks like organ failure or cancer or stroke but its really just the inability to carry on clambering through the assault course of m...”

“EnnuiTea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,designing futures where nothing will occur:cross the gypsys palm and yawning shewill still predict no perils left to conquer.Jeopardy is jejune no...”

“This is what you do now to give your day topography--scan the boxes, read the news, see the chain of your friends reporting about themselves, take the 140-character expository bursts and sift throu...”

“Love brought its tail of pains,its long static beam of thorns,and we close our eyes so that nothing,so that no wound will separate us.”

“This form of love is like the painof childbirth: so intenseit's hard to remember afterwards,”

“I was a fool. I should have grabbed him when I could have had him all to myself, snatched him up like a ripe mango at the market. But how was I to know that this was what love felt like?”

“I existed in a world that never is , a prison of the mind.”

“It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was...”

“Sanity is over-rated. It lacks color.”