- when a catarpiller sees a butterfly...does it know?
- I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
- i am always thinking. when i am not speaking, i am thinking. i have opinions about this place, about all of you.
- She opened her mouth but did not immediately speak, and I felt, simultaneously, the impulse to coax the words from her and the impulse to suppress them. I always thought I wanted to know a secret, or I wanted an event to unfold – I wanted my life to start – but in those rare moments when it seemed like something might actually change, panic shot through me.
- here we are, mister pilgrim, trapped in this moment like bugs in a jar. this is our amber moment.
- your tongue is a rudder. it steers the whole ship. sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth. but the wrong words will strand you. come off course while you sleep. sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef.
mar 8 2009 ∞
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