echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

I imagined my soul taking in these words like silicated water in the Petrified Forest, turning my wood to patterned agate. I liked it when my mother shaped me this way. I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.

Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.

Most people write the same sentence over and over again. The same number of words-say, 8-10, or 10-12. The same sentence structure. Try to become stretchy-if you generally write 8 words, throw a 20 word sentence in there, and a few three-word shorties. If you're generally a 20 word writer, make sure you throw in some threes, fivers and sevens, just to keep the reader from going crosseyed.