My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go?

I know so many words. It's perplexing to come across so many I don't.

My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.

My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.

What's your avocado?

I will always be a girl that laughs as easily as she cries.

I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response.

For a little while, my mom was a school teacher. And I went to the school that she taught.

Jazz is an octopus. It will take whatever it can use and it will work with it.

We have two hundred languages in Europe. Two hundred languages! Count them! I know you won't!

I love root vegetables: carrots, parsnips, and turnips.

Intellectual liberty is the air of the soul, the sunshine of the mind, and without it, the world is a prison, the universe is a dungeon.

Men naturally sympathize with the calamities of individuals; but they are inclined to look on a fallen party with contempt rather than with pity.

Try to say nothing negative about anybody for three days, for forty-five days, for three months. See what happens to your life.