And yet and yet - the last secret of the tree of codes is that nothing can ever reach a definite conclusion. Nowhere as much as there do we feel possibilities shaken by the nearness of realization. The atmosphere becomes possibilities and we shall wander and make a thousand mistakes. We shall wander along yet not be able to understand.

I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

We say no to lots of things that would please us. I would like to punch people every now and then, but I don't. I would like to have something for free rather than pay for it. I would like to skip to the front of the line... I don't mean to brush aside the taste of meat, which is a powerful attraction. But its power is not without limit.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.