But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.

Inside I feel much like a 12-year-old or a 17-year-old who knows big words.

But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, expect there's still this sound you can't hear.

The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.

Once you're alive, you can't ever be dead.

Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to.

Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.