Consider Incompleteness As A Verb.

To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

It Is Easier To Tell A Story Of How People Wound One Another Than Of What Binds Them Together.

What Makes Life Life And Not A Simple Story? Jagged Bits Moving Never Still, All Along The Wall.

No One Will Ever Make Necessity Not Happen.

I Started To Learn Greek When I Was In High School, The Last Year Of High School, By Accident, Because My Teacher Knew Greek And She Offered To Teach Me On The Lunch Hour, So We Did It In An Informal Way, And Then I Did It At University, And That Was The Main Thing Of My Life.