Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

Someday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

The bottom had arrived. She crashed against it, but it brought no sense of closure or understanding. She just lay there at the bottom looking up. She knew there must be a very tiny circle of light up there somewhere, but just now she couldn’t see it.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.