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

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Who has never killed an hour?

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

Through all the windows I only see infinity.

Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding

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.