Maybe it was the heart which punished one with such exquisite accuracy.

Water purling between the rocks, weed under the surface like green hair in the wind.

...companionship refused is worse than loneliness.

Freedom. He offered it like someone who didn't know what it meant, someone who had never had it taken away."pg 185

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.

I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific.

Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and then spent the rest of their lives remembering.

When a lot of people meditate what they do is they're thinking about other people. This is a terrible mistake. If you do this, stop!

First person narrative is a very effective tool but you have to know as a writer how to make it work.

There comes a point where you see no evidence that the carrot and diplomacy are working.

they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and I keep on remembering mine

I was almost one of The Magnificent Seven. I love horses and guns.

A story isn't about a moment in time, a story is about the moment in time.