#litquote

Fresh snow clothed the camp in weird grey radiance, and I could see: the pale curves of the whale bones on the beach, the icebergs on the sea.

It was much easier to fight the monsters outside my head.

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

"Time is forever dividing itself toward innumerable futures.”

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

Trust in your heart, but never forget that you're in the desert.