We Were Supposed To Grow Old Together,

I Held Her, He Wanted To Say, And If I Knew For Certain That All It Would Take To Hold Her Again Would Be To Die, Then I Couldn't Raise The Gun To My Head Fast Enough.

I Believe In God. Maybe Not The Catholic God Or Even The Christian One Because I Have A Hard Time Seeing Any God As Elitist. I Also Have A Hard Time Believing That Anything That Created Rain Forests And Oceans And An Infinite Universe Would, In The Same Process, Create Something As Unnatural As Humanity In Its Own Image. I Believe In God, But Not As A He Or She Or An It, But As Something That Defines My Ability To Conceptualize Within The Rather Paltry Frames Of Reference I Have On Hand.

Visitation Street Is Urban Opera Writ Large. Gritty And Magical, Filled With Mystery, Poetry And Pain, Ivy Pochoda’s Voice Recalls Richard Price, Junot Diaz, And Even Alice Sebold, Yet It’s Indelibly Her Own.

What's Your Name?" "emma Gould," She Said. "what's Yours?" "wanted." "by All The Girls Or Just The Law?

Chuck Said, “hey. How Many Surrealists Does It Take To Screw In A Lightbulb?” Cawley Looked Over At Him. “i’ll Bite. How Many?” “fish,” Chuck Said And Let Loose A Bright Bark Of A Laugh.