“The moment weighs down on me, threatening to unstitch my seams and expose me to the world.”

“I keep my head in the clouds.There's not enough love in the world to weigh me down.”

“It weighed down on me like a rucksack filled with dog turds.”

“I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.”

“I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.”

“I’ve always liked the feeling of traveling light; there is something in me that wants to feel I could leave wherever I am, at any time, without any effort. The idea of being weighed down made me uneasy, as if I lived on the surface of a frozen lake and each new trapping of domestic life - a pot, a chair, a lamp - threatened to be the thing that sent me through the ice.”