“Uncertain as I was as I pushed forward, I felt right in my pushing, as if the effort itself meant something.”

“I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.”

“I want to push the fast-forward button until I get back to happy.”

“I'm glad to be here right now, poking at my threshold. I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don't want to shrink back just because something isn't easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can't and I can. Maybe that spot is called I will.”

“And Lord did I push, for thee more hoursI pushed, I pushed so hard I shat, Pushed so hard blood vessels burstin my neck and in my chest, pushed so hard my asshole turned inside-out like a rosebud.”

“I quickly imagined that I could reach my hand into my chest, yank out that awful feeling, place it on an invisibl ecloud of air right in front of me, then push it away. Push it away”