Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I just wanted to write something about running, but I realized that to write about my running is to write about my writing. It's a parallel thing in me.

Our responsibility begins with our imagination.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Listen up—there’s no war that will end all wars,’ Crow tells me. ‘War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.

And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them.