“(this is a story interwoven with freezing dawns.)”
“Alone, what did Bloom feel?The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.”
“God's dream is interwoven into reality by humans.”
“Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.”
“Why were wonder and danger always so tightly interwoven?”
“And it's just dawned on me that I might be the author of my own story, but so is everyone else the author of their own stories, and sometimes, like now, there's no overlap.”