You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.
What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?
...and nostalgia swept through Jimmy like a sudden hunger.
Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?
I want, I don’t want. How can one live with such a heart?
Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backwards in time and exist in two places at once.