Sublime

He was a wind chime in human form, dangling dorkily from the glorious tree of higher education.

the daily rush of newness: new pleasures, new people, new reflections of yourself.

Eudora

“We love you,” he said. “We wouldn’t lie to you.” But sometimes lying was an act of love.

misanthrope

He often had waves of soft sadness move through him; he knew this about himself and accepted it.

one name he appended the other in his mind, and for him the two names had firmly blended into one.