You See More Sitting Still Than Chasing

You Could Slap His Wrist For Saying It, But Then He Said It With His Face, And You Could Spank Him For Making Faces, But Then He Said It With His Eyes, And There Were Limits To Correction-no Way, In The End, To Penetrate Behind The Blue Irises And Eradicate A Boy's Disgust.

...she Felt That Nothing Could Kill Her Hope Now, Nothing. She Was Seventy-five And She Was Going To Make Some Changes In Her Life.

When I Finally Gave Up Any Hope Of Doing Anything Representative Of The American Family, I Actually Seemed To Have Tapped Into Other People's Weirdness In That Way.

I Guess My Life Hasn’t Always Been Happy, Or Easy, Or Exactly What I Want. At A Certain Point, I Just Have To Try Not To Think Too Much About Certain Things, Or Else They’ll Break My Heart.

I Hate That Word Dysfunction.