I enjoy writing letters, almost as much as I enjoy receiving them.
Did I just see the tip of his tongue protrude from its enamel cage…
He treated women as he did words: He played with them.
I used to think people fed pigeons out of kindness, that it came from that portion of the human heart that longs to help, to serve, and even to protect.
The past is just a goodbye unless it’s redeemed by words on paper.
His children didn’t notice the look in their father’s eyes that afternoon; the present is all they cared for.