We all live day to day completely oblivious to the face that we're a part of a much larger and stranger reality than we can possibly imagine.
People leave. They die. Their dwellings crumble. That’s the storyline, the only plot there will ever be.
Standing on this work of art and imagination, I feel small in the best kind of way.
Now, old and dying or dead already, and we have mostly acclimatized to the absurdity of daily life in the fourth decade of the twenty-first century, although occasionally we regress and rant. To journ...
Oh, is that your argument? It isn’t cheating if it’s another version of me? I mean, it’s original at least. This makes her laugh. That it makes her laugh says everything about why I love her.
Is this what you want? To drop yourself into a still-life painting of a memory because life has broken your heart?
The most dangerous adversary you’ll ever face is an opponent who’s skilled with a knife. Avoid these confrontations at all costs.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.’ Albert Einstein said that. We should all savor
Oh, you mean so we can coexist? What kind of let’s-hold-hands hippie shit are you suggesting?
On his first attempt to get up, his knees buckled and he sat down hard enough to send
Because I see myself, first and foremost, as a man pursuing answers to fundamental questions. Now, if the people around me—he gestures at his students who have begun to crowd in—are sharp enough to ab...
It was easier to accept what could not be changed than to risk everything and seek out the unknown.
That’s what it is to be human—the beauty and the pain, each meaningless without the other.
What if we actually inhabit the multiverse, but our brains have evolved in such a way as to equip us with a firewall that limits what we perceive to a single universe? One worldline. The one we choose...
Abby, Lawrence said, do exactly what I say, right when I say, no matter how crazy it sounds.
She took me in when I was lost. When the world stopped making sense.
Jessica’s smile makes Ron slide his hand over the console, let it work down between her blue-jeaned thighs.
Jesus, the stink is making my eyes water. Harry said. It smells like some fat guys with BO ate bad cheese and took a group shit on a rotting corpse.
She could envision a lifetime spent trying to create such flashes of connection.
Like standing on a beach as the tide sucks the sand beneath my feet back out to sea, I can feel my native world, and the reality that supports it, pulling away.
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