She looks like someone I want to know, or maybe even be.

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

reach isn’t describable in terms of cause and effect anymore: it’s simultaneous.

[I]t may be that a crowd at a particular moment of history creates the object to justify its gathering.

Sometimes I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think like where will I be standing when I look back Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... or what

I haven’t had trouble with writer’s block. I think it’s because my process involves writing very badly. My first drafts are filled with lurching, clichéd writing, outright flailing around. Writing that doesn’t have a good voice or any voice. But then there will be good moments. It seems writer’s block is often a dislike of writing badly and waiting for writing better to happen.

Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection.