Into the mist

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.

Notice all the people who make an effort to stay in your life.

Anytime you’re gonna grow, you’re gonna lose something. You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to keep safe. You’re losing habits that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing familiarity.

A witch is just a girl who knows her mind.

I must be an emotional archaeologist because I keep looking for the roots of things, particularly the roots of behavior and why I feel certain ways about certain things.

I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.

I want the cottage. I want the green grass and the tomato plants. I want the peace in you; the front porch rocking chair lullaby; our cricket legs rubbing together under the covers. We can’t have it all. I know that, but humor me. We can’t have it all, but we can have most of it.