I told you again that you were the reason Adam ate the apple and its core. That when he left Eden, he left a rich man. Not only did he have Eve, but he had the taste of the first apple in the world in his mouth for the rest of his life.

Rainwater held on to pine needles for dear life and Beloved could not take her eyes off Sethe.

In the safe harbor of each other's company they could afford to abandon the ways of other people and concentrate on their own perceptions of things.

For me, light is the signal in the transaction. It's not being in the light, it's being there before it arrives. #bestallnighterever.

She seemed to fold into herself, like a pleated wing. Her pain antagonized me. I wanted to open her up, crisp her edges, ram a stick down that hunched and curving spine, force her to stand erect and spit the misery out on the streets. But she held it in where it could lap up into her eyes.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.

Lonely was much better than alone.