It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.

I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death