Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so durable as stones. Very quickly I would be smoothed away.

People forget the good, because the bad has more punch.

The length of sky is just about the size of my ignorance. Pure and wide.

If life's a joke, then suicide's a bad punch line.

I thought how we might have to yell to be heard by Higher Power, but that's not saying it's not there. And that is faith for you. It's belief even when the gods don't deliver.

At times the whole sky was ringed in shooting points and puckers of light gathering and falling, pulsing, fading, rhythmical as breathing. All of a piece. As if the sky were a pattern of nerves and our thought and memories traveled across it. As if the sky were one gigantic memory for us all.

We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment.

You never know where you're going to find the same thoughts in another brain, but when it happens you know it right off, just like you were connected by a small electrical wire that suddenly glows red hot and sparks.

Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position.