With one kiss, my life had been altered. It would follow a different path now. One where a woman owned my heart.

But inside is my Emmy. She remembers all our adventures together. She knows that for a short time, we had it all.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

Those who love dogs, know something about God.

Love your story.

LOOK AT MY BLOOD FLOWERS, BECAUSE I WRITE WITH A SERENE SHARP BLADE THAT SOOTHES. AS MUCH AS CUTS INTO THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL.

So many people release albums before Christmas and they get lost in the Christmas rush.

A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.

It's shocking when someone who is really bad thinks they're really good. It's heartbreaking, because singing is such a vulnerable thing to do.

Younger anthropologists have the notion that anthropology is too diverse. The number of things done under the name of anthropology is just infinite; you can do anything and call it anthropology

A great man's greatest good luck is to die at the right time.

But what truly horsey girls discover in the end is that boyfriends, husbands, children, and careers are the substitute-for horses