prose

This is what I want. This is what I've always wanted. To be somewhere that stops at nothing. To be surrounded by the pace and rhythm of greatness.

Perhaps romance always seemed a slightly foolish thing to everyone until one actually fell into it.

We rewrite our pasts to suit our needs and support the story we tell about ourselves.

While each of us must find our own way forward through this forest of doubt, it is only with the support of others that we'll be able to do so.

Sex isn't what makes a relationship real; the willingness to expend effort maintaining it is.

We like the idea that there's always someone responsible for any given event, because that helps us make sense of the world.

But there are people you can count on for anything, and then there are people you can count on only for some things, and you've got to know who's who.

Nothing erases the past. There is repentance, there is atonement, and there is forgiveness. That is all, but that is enough.

Contemplate the marvel that is existence, and rejoice that you are able to do so.

When other people are happy, I don't have to worry about them. There is room for my happiness.

To live in a city is to live the life that it was built for, to adapt to its schedule and rhythms, to move within the transit layout made for you during the morning and evening rush, winding through the crowds of fellow commuters. To live in a city is to consume its offerings. To eat at its restaurants. To drink at its bars. To shop at its stores. To pay its sales taxes. To give a dollar to its homeless.

Just because you're adequately good at something doesn't mean that's what you should do.

To despise someone is intimate by default.

The past is a black hole, cut into the present day like a wound, and if you come too close, you can get sucked in. You have to keep moving.

He wanted to be unknown, unpossessed by others' knowledge of him. That was freedom.

Lives are like rivers. Eventually they go where they must, not where we want them to go.

That was the thing about getting too much happiness at once. Without time to adjust, the pain of not having it suddenly became unbearable.