What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

What's nurtured slowly grows well.

Distance might not solve anything, no matter how far you run.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.

Grandfather always said school’s a place where they take sixteen years to wear down your brain. Grandfather hardly went to school either.

my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and waiting for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.