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

Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.

Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]

Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.