“The drama of the essay is the way the public life intersects with my personal and private life. It’s in that intersection that I find the energy of the essay.”

“The theater is a communal event, like church. The playwright constructs a mass to be performed for a lot of people. She writes a prayer, which is really just the longings of one heart.”

“The more we rehearse the worse we become.”

“Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.”

“I care for you, darling, I love you,the only reason I fucked L. is because you fuckedZ. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.and because you fucked N. I had to fuckY. But I think of you constantly, I feel youhere in my belly like a baby, love I’d call it,no matter what happens I’d call it love, and soyou fucked C. and then before I could moveyou fucked W., so I had to fuck D. ButI want you to know that I love you, I think of youconstantly, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybodylike I love you.”

“Fran,” dad says lifting his eyes from the map as he nonchalantly drops the A-bomb on me. “It’s extra-terrestrial.” “Wait… what?” I can’t believe what I just heard. “You mean aliens, right?” My breath seizes. “From another world?”FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA ”

“Fran,” dad says lifting his eyes from the map as he nonchalantly drops the A-bomb on me. “It’s extra-terrestrial.” “Wait… what?” I can’t believe what I just heard. “You mean aliens, right?” My breath seizes. “From another world?”FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA “Dancing on My Own.”

“My heart is pounding so crazy fast, I can barely breathe. I feel faint.And Just as I think he’s going for my lips. I brace myself for a hot, wet, romantickiss. He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. “Ready to go?” he asks.”

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his kneesExcerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace WillowsComing this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.”

“The reader is the final arbiter.”

“I feel a blood moon rising” Neesa”

“Stacy smiled proudly and he filed the image of her sweet face in the section of his heart he shared with no one else ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman”Mom said if you put ears on your snowman, he’ll hear the music of the angels and sing songs to you.” ~ Stacy, Song of the SnowmanThe sweet promise of her embrace cured the loneliness in him. In her arms, he was whole. ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman He composed music, dreamed of the future, and kept the situations he couldn’t change at bay to the rhythm of his feet drumming on the concrete. Brian, Song of the SnowmanThis was as simple as his life got  rhythm, rhyme, and fingertips on cool keys. ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman”

“Sakura menekan tombol teleponnya, menelepon orang yang sempat melintas dalam hidupnya itu. Meninggalkan jejak, meninggalkan bekas, tapi tidak pernah muncul kembali. Apakah ia hanya melintas, lalu pergi?”

“I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.”