“Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light....”

“Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.”

“Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.”

“They are so confident they will run on forever. But they won't run on. They don't know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that someday it'll have to hit. They see only the blaze, the pretty fire, as you saw it.”

“Small towns are sometimes like that; familiarity runs high, while regard for personal space is low, if nonexistent.”

“This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.”