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

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say ‘Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard.

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.