I collected pictures and I drew pictures and I looked at the pictures by myself. And because no one else ever saw them, the pictures were perfect and true. They were alive.

Because things grow. Wherever there is air and light and open space, things grow.

If you should find yourself in a place that is indifferent to you and there is someone there that your spirit stretches to, then that person is kin.

And she walked away, and she walked away, and that was that, and that was that.

The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before it’s ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.

Sometimes I feel weird about time. Sometimes I feel that it doesnt go in the order we perceive it. There are... repetitions that maybe we decide not to notice because it is simpler. I like to pick up on those moments.

There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.