“Events become feelings, feelings become events”

“This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.”

“Strange territory for me: the after-snap. I still feel myself vibrating. Humming.”

“But feelings, they don't care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.”

“I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.”

“Letter from Mr. B:Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?”

“So," he said, "we ourselves will be the candle flames." He put his hands on his chest. "Feel your hearts, how warm they are.”