"everybody , every person has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. the seasons remind me that i must keep changing, and i want to change because it is God's way."
"i want to keep my soul fertile for the changes, so this keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. i want to keep walking away from the person i was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently"
"everything we were is no more, and what we will become, will become what was. this is from where story stems; the stuff of its construction lying at our feet like cut strips of philosophy. i sometimes look into the endless heavens, the cosmos of which we cant find the edge, and ask God what it means. did you really do all this to dazzle us? do you really keep it shifting, rolling round the pinions to stave off boredom? God forbid we Your glory would be our distraction. and God forbid we would ignore Your glory."
"it occurs to me, as it sometimes does, that this day is over, and will never be lived again, that we are only the sum of days, and when those are spent, we will not come back to this place, to this time, to these people and these colors, and i wonder whether to be sad about this or to be happy, to trust that these hours are meant for some kind of enjoyment, as a kind of gift."
"i analyze too much. i think joy into its coffin. i dont want to think about life anymore; i want to just live life."
"it feels again like we are leaving, like we are leaving who we were, moving into the people we will become"