I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange.
It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.
This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.
At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful.
...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.
...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.