I exist in a spatial and temporal mode you can’t conceive.

You are safest within the house, under the protection of your caretaker.

“A man has jumped into Surya’s den.”

But at least I’m not alone. 

She thought maybe none of it had been really real.

Against my cheek, her hair was softer than I’d imagined.

…the still surface was like glass, a dark mirror reflecting a world of thirst…

Her sacrifice, Suzy thought, was already worth it.

Their relationship had not been profound but it had been cordial and fond…

Smells of home.

Hunger is the courage of having nothing to lose.

“Oh, it’s definitely our story, Paul.”

Chloe wants her water enclosed, straight.

He dreams of broken bottles and the sea. 

So six months ago Leona showed up at my place in a state of high flustration—her word, not mine—with Myles, her son.

Bull leads, cow follows.

Letters indeed look grander on the screen, you’ll give your cellmate that.

And so they converse.

It was a summer of killings.

It’s toughened glass, and you only break one pane.