“Into the bleak mud, Time's books sink. Our eye-oh-yous erased in rot and error.”
“No moon, sun, diamond, hands —fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea.pine green, pink glass, eye,mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.”
“God sees us with the eyes of a Father. He sees our defects, errors and blemishes. But He also sees our value.”
“I would love to be erased from our association with Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders.”
“At the end of the month, the doors will close on our little club for the last time. The end of an error.”
“Ours is a culture that dances on the edge of ephemerality. If our servers slept for too long or if we left our iPads unplugged for too long, we'd wake up like Rip Van Winkle to find all of our book culture erased.”