Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me.
 Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.

I knew each person's delusion, the places their records had scratched, where the sounds repeated.

They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.

The story comes around, pushing at our brains, and soon we are trying to ravel back to the beginning, trying to put families into order and make sense of things. But we start with one person, and soon another and another follows, and still another, until we are lost in the connections.

I prefer to have some beliefs that don't make logical sense.

The universe is transformation.

Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so durable as stones. Very quickly I would be smoothed away.