So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.
Your job isn't to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.
Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.
Coincidences happen, but I've come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears.
Definition of a wanderer: a guy who's always looking beyond.
no one dies happy, you can only die well