“I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.”
“I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.”
“I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair.”
“In exchange for my silence, I want a box of quiet. Empty—and full. That’s also how I like my morning coffee at night.”
“I imagine that's what being full-dead is like. And emptiness vast and absolute.”
“Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones”