Most of didn’t know how truly good or truly bad we were, and most of us would never be sufficiently tested to find out.
I felt that I could swim for miles, out into the ocean: a desire for freedom, an impulse to move, tugged at me as though it were a thread fastened to my chest. It was an impulse I knew well, and I had learned that it was not the summons from a larger...
But everything falls away, try as you might to stop it. And for whatever returns to you, be grateful.
If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse.
That’s writing for you: when you make space for passion, it doesn’t turn up.
People are least aware of others when demonstrating their own power over them.
Reality might be described as the eternal equipoise of positive and negative.
