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“I don't know what I was hoping for. Some small praise, I guess. A bit of encouragement. I didn't get it. Miss Parrish took me aside one day after school let out. She said she'd read my stories and found them morbid and dispiriting. She said literature was meant to uplift the heart and that a young woman such as myself ought to turn her mind to topics more cheerful and inspiring than lonely hermits and dead children. "Look around yourself, Mathilda," she said. "At the magnificence of nature. It should inspire joy and awe. Reverence. Respect. Beautiful thoughts and fine words." I had looked around. I'd seen all the things she'd spoken of and more besides. I'd seen a bear cub lift it's face to the drenching spring rains. And the sliver moon of winter, so high and blinding. I'd seen the crimson glory of a stand of sugar maples in autumn and the unspeakable stillness of a mountain lake at dawn. I'd seen them and loved them. But I'd also seen the dark of things. The starved carcasses of winter deer. The driving fury of a blizzard wind. And the gloom that broods under the pines always. Even on the brightest days.”

“It is wise to ask questions. The only way for anyone to experience truth is to find it on their own through their own seeking, experience(s), and inner knowing. The depth of knowledge a person obtains through experiencing something firsthand, and by it resonating as truth within one’s heart, far exceeds a belief taught to them using mere words.”

“We will come out of this storm. In the coming days, we have to stay calm and confident. And for sure, we will overcome this moment of despair. How long this will last cannot be ascertained. But the one thing that we can be sure of is that we will not be the same anymore. Hopefully, we would have changed for the better. This is the way of life This is how life teaches us its lessons.”

“maybe survival’s just learning how to breathe again under strange skies, and calling it another night made beautiful by accident, the kind where the silence hums like memory, and you realize the miracle isn’t that you lived — it’s that you kept loving the world anyway.”

“This time, I know we can re-write our stories. We can step into love and let our souls be washed by it. We can step into love, knowing that the reflection we give won't give us an unfamiliar face, but a reflection that shows us who we really are deep inside. Our souls reflected back in the mirror.”

“Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn't know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people had died in terror, horror, and pain. More than likely, they had to watch their friends or loved ones die at the same time. Their last moments would have been spent knowing that they would come back and do the same to anyone they could get their hands on, even people they'd spent their life loving. It was not the way any human being should have to go.”

“I must always seem so reserved and remote to them. Once in a while they ask questions that seem to call for a statement of what the hell I'm always thinking about, but if I were to babble what's really on my mind about, say, the a priori presumption of the continuity of a motorcycle from second to second and do this without benefit of the entire edifice of the Chautauqua, they'd just be startled and wonder what's wrong. I really am interested in this continuity and the way we talk and think about it and so tend to get removed from the usual lunchtime situation and this gives an appearance of remoteness. It's a problem.”

“Sonnet I If thee must say that I am not who I am, That I am not real or true, Then thou must say you are not as well, For we either walk in fairytales and dance to our dreams, Or we die trying to capture a miracle between the ordinary moments, We rejoice in the gratitude for our needs met, But we pray for the staircases and open doors to our desires, We redefine our gratitude with another day, Another dance of praise to Thee for undoing are mistakes of unneeded wants and needs we want, but not met.”

“A hurricane raged through my chest. She understood. Not only the painting. The painting didn't matter. She perceived my creation. And even though that realization might never be painted in words and framed with an interpretation, I felt that her premonition understood me. Meaninglessness as the main meaning. Nonbeing as the most powerful form of being, present in its absence as a simultaneous negation and confirmation of everything that exists. A moment as the only sure reality that cannot be grasped because the last heartbeat is already a second-old memory. The future is a fantasy because nothing has to happen, even though it can. The past is a memory that we must re-invent in the same form so we don't forget it. Thus, what does really exist except nonexistence? And what is a man but a being crucified by the wedges of the past and the future in the point of the elusive present? Maybe he is a fantasy, just like the rest of the existence to which he belongs. An unfinished painting that someone is painting forever. However, I didn't intend to tell her that because it would be too freaky for our first conversation. I wanted to show at least a semblance of normality for the moment.”

“We live in everyone. I live in you. You live in me. There is no gap, no distance.”