“Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operateHands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand...”

“To me, love is either a pebble, a rock, or a boulder. Or a grain of sand, if you’re trying to measure the love my ex wife had for me.”

“Writing is like crawling across the desert-with each publication being an oasis.”

“As you know, this little grain of sand has mass. A very small mass, but mass nonetheless."And because this grain of sand has mass, it therefore exerts gravity. Again, too small to feel, but there."Now," Katherine said, "if we take trilions of these sand grains and let them attract one another to form... say, the moon, then their combined gravtiy is enough to move entire ocreans and drag the tides back and forth across our planet.”

“Sometimes I picture all your fingers. Sometimes they're crawling down my spine. Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket. Sometimes you're far but your still mine.”

“From the depths of hell,So far I fell,A deal made with the devil,After all the dust had settled,There's an hourglass of time,Counting down all of our lives,And with every grain of sand,Time is slipping through my hands.”