The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.

There are so many kinds of time. The time by which we measure our lives. Months and years. Or the big time, the time that raises mountains and makes stars. Or all the things that happen between one heartbeat and the next. Its hard to live in all those kinds of times. Easy to forget that you live in all of them.

If I am an agnostic, Calyxa, it's because I'm also a realist.

The world is what it is and won't be bargained with.

You never stop being a parent, Adam, no matter how old or wise your child becomes you'll see.

I don't believe money is evil, but it can be terribly corrosive.

It was amazing how these events lost their impact, translated through the flat gaze of a video screen.