I wonder if the reason I tend to say yes to everything is because I deeply believe that I can survive anything.

Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg.

Honesty and authenticity are a big deal for me.

People make events into stories. Stories give events meaning.

I erased the thought from my mind, but I couldn't undo the fact that I'd had the thought in the first place.

I wonder at what point my life swerved to avoid that, and if that life would have been nicer than the one I've got.

So if we're all quarks and electrons ..." he begins. What?" We could make love and it would be nothing more than quarks and electrons rubbing together." Better than that," I say. "Nothing really 'rubs together' in the microscopic world. Matter never really touches other matter, so we could make love without any of our atoms touching at all. Remember that electrons sit on the outside of atoms, repelling other electrons. So we could make love and actually repel each other at the same time.