A mountain you're plannin' on climbin' ain't the same as the one you ain't. It ain't so pretty.

Always, it is the poor people who pay. And always, it is the poor people's women who pay the most.

The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.

What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.

Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.

I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. Diagonal People.

The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.