“The future was as unfathomable as the black holes between the stars at night.”
“And sometimes I sit there late at night or early in the morning, and I think about the vastness of the ocean, of the sky, of the spaces between us and the nearest stars, about the incredible, unfathomable bigness of it all.”
“This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?”
“Like a dying star, grace dissipates in a final burst of pale light, and is then engulfed by the black hole of "ungrace.”
“If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.”
“When I was little, I used to think that the sky at night was a big, black blanket that separated heaven from earth, and the stars were a whole bunch of little pin holes that the angels poked in the blanket so they could look down on us.”