He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.
the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.
It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.
In a way, “failure” is just another word for “the journey,” for not being there yet but on the way. It’s the road we walk on to get wherever it is we’re trying to go.
We'd need a miracle," he says. "A real one. Do you think those happen anymore?
It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.
It's not words, so much, just my mind going blank and thoughts reaching up up up, me wishing I could climb through the ceiling and over the stars until I can find God, really see God, and know once and for all that everything I've believed my whole life is true, and real. Or, not even everything. Not even half. Just the part about someone or something bigger than us who doesn't lose track. I want to believe the stories, that there really is someone who would search the whole mountainside just to find that one lost thing that he loves, and bring it home.
I don’t want these memories to become slippery, to just disappear into the thin air of life the way most things seem to. I want them to stick – even the bad ones – so I repeat them often.
Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.
The one reader I'm trying to please as I write is me, and I'm pretty difficult to please.
I don't like to do too much psychological research because it might turn a character into a patchwork.
My first job is to write the characters as full and authentic people as well as I can.
I grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement.
There's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard...obscure the beauty.
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