“I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of stars.”

“Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.”

“The snowflakes start falling and I start to floatTill my mean older brother stuffs snow down my coat”

“I would like, stare at my salad, and that was like really the first time I ever really had like flashes of the whole world like falling apart of collapsing. Like, the salad just didn’t make any sense at all, if that makes any sense. Like, ‘what the hell is happening, why is there like, little pieces of plants on a plate? Like, what is going on?’ and it’s like this little moments when like nothing makes any sense at all.”—”

“I don't really like coffee, she said, but I don't really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either. ”

“I am very much in love with something;What it may be I can't remember;It will come to me.That was a roundabout drive in the snow,Owing to my erratic sense of direction!”