“ Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered Hush. Craig Thompson
“ And that's my comfort--that someone else was there and experienced the same thing. How else could I know it was real and not merely a dream? Craig Thompson
“ We experience a discomfort that may be foreign to others, but that pain opens up a world of beauty. Wouldn't you think? Craig Thompson
“ I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery. Craig Thompson
“ How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary. Craig Thompson
“ They say a man's inspiration is visual, but for a woman, it's the narrative. Abandon both the narrative and the visual. Close your eyes, measure your breath. Dead weight is sloughed off, dust swept aw… Craig Thompson
“ At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars. Craig Thompson
“ And yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time. Craig Thompson
“ Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting. Craig Thompson
“ On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free.I gorged myself until my tummy ached. Craig Thompson
“ I still believe in God; the teachings of Jesus even, but the rest of Christianity... its Bible, its churches, its dogma-- only sets up boundaries between people and cultures. It denies the beauty of b… Craig Thompson
