I do love you. I think you know that, but just in case...I love you.
Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?
Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.
He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him
Women were complicated creatures. Any man who thought he had one figured out simply wasn’t paying attention,
Dogs make sense. They understand hierarchy and the need to cooperate. They come when you call them. A cat though—a cat will take your number and get back to you. Maybe. If he’s in a good mood.
This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.
But when you slice truth too thin, you deceive.
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.
She had of course, kept working. He liked to think she would have moved under the table to continue her task if a gun battle had broken out, but he wasn't sure.
But not all scars showed, did they?
Fear and bigotry don’t need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.
Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.
Hating politics was like hating the weather. Pointless, since both were inevitable.
Living does not undo life. Death does not, either. Life and death are not either-or.
We don't go to the ocean for anything as simple as happiness, do we? We go there to feel alive. Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.
It's okay to play turtle for a while, as long as you don't get too fond of your shell.
People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?
Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.
Religion turned some folks belligerent.
Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.
You're so far off base this time you can't even see the base!
How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.
I see you. I will be careful with the places that hurt.
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