I Believe, In My Better

Sometimes Not Having Any Idea Where We’re Going Works Out Better Than We Could Possibly Have Imagined.

There Was Such An Incredible Logic To Kissing, Such A Metal-to-magnet Pull Between Two People That It Was A Wonder That They Found The Strength To Prevent Themselves From Succumbing Every Second. Rightfully, The World Should Be A Whirlpool Of Kissing Into Which We Sank And Never Found The Strength To Rise Up Again.

One Must Not Be Shy Where Language Is Concerned.

To Say It Was A Beautiful Day Would Not Begin To Explain It. It Was That Day When The End Of Summer Intersects Perfectly With The Start Of Fall .... [p.218 Ff.]

Staying Within The World Of A Novel Gives Us The Ability To Be Quiet And Alone, Two Skills That Are Disappearing Faster Than The Polar Icecaps.