The world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.

I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.