Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.
The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.
There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.
Sometimes, in life, nothing happens. But, sometimes, nothing happens beautifully.
You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.
Novels are more difficult simply because they are longer and require more juggling, but short stories are closer to perfection, if you can get the language right.