There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.

If all we are allowed is hours, minutes, I want to be able to etch each of them on to my memory with exquisite clarity so that I can recall them at moments like this, when my very soul feels blackened.

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

​​​​​​You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone.

Try to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.