To write is to sell a ticket to escape, not from the truth, but into it. - Alexander Chee

You must be careful. Your voice, the tones it makes, it sounds so strong, as if it could never go away. But it might, all at once, without warning.

It's the shadow on every kiss and every dollar, that it might not be there tomorrow.

Hate is love on fire, set out to burn like a flare on the side of the road. It says, stop here. Something terrible has happened. Envy is like, the skin you're in burns. And the salve is someone else's skin.