Once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it.
I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.
And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.
My responsibility is to try to tell true stories. To me a true story is always hopeful, but never simply, uncomplicatedly happy.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
. . . Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.