He knows I’ve seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.

I don’t think I’d feel any more violated if he’d stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.

I was wrong last night. Kyler isn’t just trouble. He’s an apocalypse-level disaster waiting to happen. I need to find some fallout shelter to hide in. And quick.

This whole scenario is sick, depraved, but also grossly fascinating. I’ve become a Peeping Tom. And. It’s. Turning. Me. On.

Baxter knows a lot more than I do, I told her.Yes, said Baxter, but I will never tell people all of it.

The thirty-plus years of marriage between the ceiling and the cement plaster showed signs of weakness by frequently developing cracks and holes.

Maybe I thought too much about picking up the money and not enough about the really good parts.

I believe I was extremely greedy.

Shame: We all have it. It's that gremlin that says 'I'm not enough.' Or, if you're feeling pretty confident,...'ooh, who do you think you are?' Shame always has a seat.

The best artists know what to leave out. They know how much of the support should show through as the pigment is applied, what details aren't necessary.

I don't like the kind of country living where you have to help. I like country living where there is help.

Social Security has been effective for 70 years; prior predictions of its demise have been totally overstated.

Working is one of the most dangerous forms of procrastination.

I think it's better if you write poems that look like you.