And then, despite all these concerns, Arnette felt her mind begin to loosen, the images of the day unwinding inside her like a spool of thread, pulling her down into sleep.

What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages.

Perhaps the greatest worry of all was that one day you would realize that all the worries of your life amounted to one thing: the desire to just stop worrying.

Zander was always sneaking off to the library to get more books ... Guy would read anything. Said books were more interesting than people.

He has to come to it on his own.

When Hope disappears ~ Faith steps in...

Sometimes the only way to keep love, is to let it go.

The more one chases the quanta, the better they hide themselves.

Everything you do matters to all of us forever.

We are always talking about being together, and yet whatever we invent destroys the family, and makes us wild, touchless beasts feeding on technicolor prairies and rivers.

Hilarious, dude. You should, like, have your own show.

You love to listen to the very same things that nailed your supposed Savior to the tree?

You should not feel that your path is the only right path and that other paths are wrong. You mustn't bear malice toward others.

It is not labor that kills, but the small attritions of daily routine that wear us down.

I have a film I want to direct. Gena Rowlands was going to do it with me a long time ago. It's about an older woman who's running a ranch in the west the old fashioned way.