Why are breakfast foods breakfast foods?
Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.
She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.
You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.
I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.
So I let her go, too. And I’m sorry.
Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.
Love is just a shout in the void.
If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.
Is the labyrinth living or dying?
Not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
They couldn’t bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.
We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.
Did I help you to a fate you didn’t want?
Stop thinking about the landing, because it’s all about falling.
You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.
The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.
We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.