And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.

Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

A non-event ... is better to write about than an event, because with a non-event you can make up the meaning yourself, it means whatever you say it means.

The truly fearless think of themselves as normal.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.