You can either waste time worrying about a death that might not come or concentrate on what’s left to you.

You can either waste time worrying about a death that might not come or concentrate on what’s left to you.

Nothing that lived and breathed was truly objective—even in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

Trust your imagination. Don't be afraid to fail. Write. Revise. Revise. Revise.

When we wake, it is because something, some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we’ve taken as reality.

The map had been the first form of misdirection, for what is a map but a way of emphasizing some things and making other things invisible?

You could know the what of something forever and never discover the why.