The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.

I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

Tom gets by, Navidson succeeds. Tom just wants to be, Navidson must become. And yet despite such obvious differences, anyone who looks past Tom's wide grin and considers his eyes will find surprisingly deep pools of sorrow. Which is how we know they are brothers, because like Tom, Navidson's eyes share the same water.

At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful.

Through all the windows I only see infinity.

One forgets that one is one. I must try to remember this.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.