We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.
Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.