Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)

The voice of the nickly reflection of the moon was not as deep as you might expect. It was a singer’s voice, though, a tenor, one that loved itself without reservation. “I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can’t remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It’s all in puddles and ripples. That’s what time is for me.

Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.

I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl's 'James and the Giant Peach'.

There is no faith like the faith of a builder of homes in coastal Louisiana

We've become a nation of indoor cats, he'd said. A nation of doubters, worriers, overthinkers. Thank God these weren't the kind of Americans who settled this country. They were a different breed! They crossed the country in wagons with wooden wheels! People croaked along the way, and they barely stopped. Back then, you buried your dead and kept moving.

You're breaking out of character, again.