“I can’t even think about words because the sunset stole them all.”

“Sometimes, we have to change the way we see things in order to see the way they truly are. We have to look at all the angles and cracks and crevices until we know what it is we’re looking at. And we can’t stop until we see it all!”

“His words were rare, full conversations with him even rarer, as if Parker were one of his students that he did not want to indulge with conversation after class.”

“She smiled, not because she felt confident that she could think of a solution, but for the gratitude that she wasn’t quite so alone in her pursuit.”

“Her grandmother experienced them differently, as if they brought her remnants from another time, another life even, which she refused to acknowledge in any other context.”

“I used to build things, maintain them and what-not. Sometimes, we’d take things apart completely just to get a good look at the thing on the inside. Then, put it all back together...Now, I’m lucky if I can build a complete sentence.”

“At some point, time isn’t something on the horizon anymore, something you think about happening one day, but something that’s already happened, only there to replay in your mind.”