Enjoy the elastic present, which can accommodate as little or as much as you want to put in there. Stretch it out, live inside of it.

All of her heart, a meaningless phrase, but correct and precise, too. She used her heart to love him, not her head, and not her words and not her thoughts or ideas or feelings or any other vehicle or object or device people use to deliver love or love-like things.

There is a sense in which I am pretty sure this makes no sense. I don't know where this is going. I don't know how it ends.

You want to tell a story? Grow a heart. Grow two. Now, with the second heart, smash the first one into bits.

For the past several years, I have gone to sleep every night in this same little pocket, the most uneventful piece of time I could find. Same exact thing every night, night after night. Total silence. Absolutely nothing. That's why I chose it. I know for a fact nothing bad can happen to me in here.

I am transcribing a book that I have, in a sense, not yet written, and in another sense, have always written, and in another sense, am currently writing, and in another sense, am always writing, and in another sense, will never write.

You can only go to places that you will let yourself go.