I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?

Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?

We're all just facilitators. The real business is done by readers.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.

that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.

All at once, I couldn’t figure out why I was methodically tossing a spherical object through a toroidal object. It seemed like the stupidest thing I could possibly be doing.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.