I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.

If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.

People are obscenities. Would rather be music than be a mass of tubes squeezing semisolids around itself for a few decades before becoming so dribblesome it'll no longer function.

We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.

Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, "To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.

There are so many cities in every single city.

Torturous advances won over generations can be lost by a single stroke of a myopic president's pen or a vainglorious general's sword.