“The northern sky, dark over the sea, is mottled with green that spreads like spilt paint… The green and white reach towards each other and then lunge away like opposing magnets forced together. I tread water, and watch.”

“Here, just below the Earth’s summit, there are towns and villages, a tangle of human lives, in the shadow of Arctic eschatology.”

“We come together,Like drops of water, like astral bodies.We oppose each other,Like magnets, like the colors of skin.”

“I don't like doing [things] as myself...I like to be made into someone else.”

“I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.”

“what is it like to have a dad?”

“Mystery, like faith, defies human logic.”