“We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.”

“It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you...”

“I Still Have Everything You Gave Me It is dusty on the edges. It is slightly rotten. I guard it without thinking. I focus on it once a year when I shake it out in the wind. I do not ache. I...”

“Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.”