It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.

I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.