Love is nothing more than elevated levels of dopamine, nor-epinephrine, and other chemicals. But the way Uncle Antionio’s face lights up as they dance… I wonder what it would be like to feel that. To...

I think of the five generations it will take before [Mr. Perfect]’s born, and I want to scream. I want someone now. I want someone who will look into my eyes and understand everything behind...

Do you know the Ai’oan word for heart? he asks. I shake my head. “It’s py’a.” We’re so close, his whisper is right in my ear, and his breath warms the side of my neck....

They all seem infected with a vivaciousness that isn’t common in our compound, and there are more smiles on their faces than I’ve ever seen at once. And yet as I watch them, I feel...

She said, ‘People are like stars, but it’s stories that turn us into constellations. If we don’t tell our stories, we burn alone in the dark.

A name is a powerful thing. It sets one apart and gives significance.

That your eyes are like bits of sky seen through the leaves. And that, like the rain washes the mud from the leaves, you… how did he say it? Oh yes. That you wash the...

A body can’t live without a heart. And I can’t live without you.

What? You don’t think I’m perfect?” I can’t resist, because he gets so riled whenever I bring it up. “I can run up to thirty miles without stopping. I can jump six feet in the...

It slowly dawns on me what it is, the sensation that has bridged the gap between how I saw the world yesterday and how I see it today. It compensates for my lost keenness and...