it wasn’t until the train went past that she saw the small body lying in the long grass by the side of the wood.

Autumn began to run. She felt an icy terror flood through her. He must have been waiting for her. He’d followed her all the way here. To this open, empty place. He knows where I live.

There was no sign of her daughter, no sign of a small body crumpled by the railway.

In the fleeting light she saw the meadow, dotted with stunted hawthorns, their twisted limbs dense with red berries, and then a shape: achingly familiar, child-sized, shockingly still.

Only one small, pale spot on her cheek was visible where her skin, free of blood, gleamed, as polished as bone.

And even then, it might not have been too awful, but his head snapped back and he hit a rock, breaking like a blunt molar from the ground.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us... Save my little girl...

Only dead surpasses the sufferings

...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...

Being generous is not just aboutthe decisions you make withyour wallet. Being generouswith your time and energyis just as important.

Human beings are not perfect. Their institutions are not perfect, but they have to keep trying. And America has to help people keep trying.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter.

Once we deeply trust that we ourselves are precious in God's eyes, we are able to recognize the preciousness of others and their unique places in God's heart.

People tend to favor the underdog, like in the movies we favor the underdog, but when it comes to voting, we vote for the bully. It's so strange.

I'm always skeptical about representations of trans people, especially when trans people are not making the work.

There's no way to move without making waves.