“I like swordwork. It's like riding, that way - it forces concentration, and thus opens up the world.”
“...it forces concentration, and thus opens up the world.”
“There is so much. I had no fucking clue I could feel this way, this much. It's like some deep well opened up inside me, and now all the love in all the world is being poured through me into her.”
“So we've pulled the chute, and we're drifting, riding the sky. It's just you and me. You can hear me now that we're falling like this, remember? I tell you that I don't want this to end. I don't want to land and reach the real world, because I like our world up here better.”
“His attempt to manipulate his way into a car ride with me was adorable, in a way, like watching a newborn fawn try to stand up.”
“Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.”