Time is a player. Time is part of today, not simply a measure of its passing.

I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you.

It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between.

I lay there, stretched out, looking at the one star visible through the tiny window of the room. Only connect. How can you do that when the connections are broken?

I have noticed that doing the sensible thing is only a good idea when the decision is quite small. For the life-changing things, you must risk it.

What you risk reveals what you value.

Freud, one of the grand masters of narrative, knew that the past is not fixed in the way that linear time suggests. We can return. We can pick up what we dropped. We can mend what others broke. We can talk with the dead.