I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.

Unreal. I'm feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.

What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?...The term was faith.

. . . but there's a restraining order in place.' She speaks slowly, choosing her words carefully. 'I'm not supposed to be this close to you.' You were never supposed to be this close to me,' I say, and I have no idea why.

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.

What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?