In the water I saw my father's face, and that face saw the face of its father, and so on, and so on, reflecting backward to the beginning of time, to the face of God, in whose image we were created.
In the water I saw my father's face, and that face saw the face of its father, and so on, and so on, reflecting backward to the beginning of time, to the face of God, in whose image we were created.
Life was a small negative space cut out of the eternal solidity, and for the first time, it felt precious - not like all of the words that had come to mean nothing, but like the last breath of a drowning victim.
Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?
One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about.
Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
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