Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.

It was as though the darkness was a sheet of raw cookie dough and someone had just taken a cookie cutter and made a child-sized shape out of it.

Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep because of what I'm leaving behind.

For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.