The Blast of a Trumpet

Human minds are more full of mysteries than any written book and more changeable than the cloud shapes in the air.

It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desire.

Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.

Patience is a conquering virtue.

I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.

It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

There’s no one alive there, only ghosts knocking on my soul.

Yet as I consider my brief, romantic history—history brimful of glorious, challenging women—I remember that no one is ever lost to sea.

Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

That best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

If it were a friend or partner instead of my mother, I’d be recognized as brave and good with boundaries. Is it because we share blood? Is blood the thing that gives us license to indefinitely cause hurt?

I will drink life to the lees.

Curiosity does have a tendency to get you killed. The truly fearless don’t last long, and the birds who go out in search of new knowledge are inevitably the first ones to get plucked.

Anger gets shit done.

Children’s games are stronger than you remember once you’ve grown up and left them behind. They’re always fair, and never kind.

So many things are possible just as long as you don't know they're impossible.