“I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.”

“A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….”

“I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the dealio—you’re a train and I’m a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story. But you are my nomad and I love you sideways daily. Sideways because I have to beam my love in all directions, hoping it bounces off something and eventually finds you.”

“Why do all the clerks and navvies in the railway trains look so sad and tired, so very sad and tired? I will tell you. It is because they know that the train is going right. It is because they know that whatever place they have taken a ticket for that place they will reach. It is because after they have passed Sloane Square they know that the next station must be Victoria, and nothing but Victoria. Oh, their wild rapture! oh, their eyes like stars and their souls again in Eden, if the next station were unaccountably Baker Street!”

“Lay my head on the railroad line. Train come along; pacify my mind. ”

“Sometimes I realize that those things that make me feel like a dickwad usually pop into my head for the best reasons”