A small town has as many eyes as a fly

A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.