I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

Let me tell you something, Mari. The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on, living alone down there in the darkness.

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

People need routines. It's like a theme in music. But it also restrictsyour thoughts and actions and limits your freedom. It structures your priorities and in some cases distorts your logic.