...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.

Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.

Who has never killed an hour?

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.