The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.

Here is a girl who is pretty in a quiet way. I bet she's had a very sad life.

I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.

The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.

I remember the odd sensation of living in the middle of that experience and feeling, simultaneously, like it was something happening at telescopic distance. Like something I was looking at through the wrong end of a pair of binoculars.

We are like water, aren’t we? We can be fluid, flexible when we have to be. But strong and destructive, too.” And something else, I think to myself. Like water, we mostly follow the path of least resistance.