“Anyway, my point is that it’s really hard for people to live their lives alone.”

“In ancient times people weren’t just male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female, or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everybody in half, right down the middle.

and the bus is strangely silent.

If the characters themselves are spontaneous and convincing, the story takes on a natural vitality all its own.

I couldn’t predict what would happen with my fifteen-year-old runaway. I hadn’t the foggiest idea. But before I even realized it, one colorful character after another made an appearance, surrounding the protagonist and propelling the story forward as they pleased. All I had to do was carefully observe their actions and words, listen to what they ha

Symbols guide us to the roles we play.”

ensconced

The longer people live, the more they learn to distinguish what’s important from what’s not.

and the silence swallows my question.