“and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.”

“Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".”

“On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free.I gorged myself until my tummy ached.”

“I promise-ted I'd care up for him downwise 'til the tailend of time.”

“Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.”

“And slowly the snow began to melt. First, doing a number on children's constructions; Then retreating to the foundations of barns and other buildings. Mangy grass poked through the receding snow. Patches of white were swallowed up in the till of the fields. New shapes emerged. Areas of the forest became INACCESSIBLE now that the snow no longer weighed down the weeds and brier. ...Nothing fits together anymore.”

“Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.”