The presence of danger has a way of making you feel fully awake.

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.

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

...you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is not.

There was the single abiding certainty that they would never be at a loss for things to carry.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.

I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.