....Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.

Not responding is a response - we are equally responsible for what we don't do.

We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

Because it was starting to get dark, and because the streets were crowded, I bumped into a googolplex people. Who were they? Where were they going? What were they looking for? I wanted to hear their heartbeats, and I wanted them to hear mine.

I can't even say 'hair pie,'' I told him, 'unless I'm talking about an actual pie made out of rabbits.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

Flea-Market vendors are frozen mid-haggle. Middle-aged women are frozen in the middle of their lives. The gavels of frozen judges are frozen between guilt and innocence. On the ground are the crystals of the frozen first breaths of babies, and those of the last gasps of the dying.