Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
I may never have to buy food again. I take things out of the freezer, and it never gets any emptier. The downside of that: I take out some things and ask myself, what did that used to be?
The dog barked, knowing even as he did so that there were certain concepts which didn’t translate well into Dog.
He’d try interpretive dance next.
Sometimes I suspect movie summaries are more cogent and better constructed than the movies they describe.
It’s a peculiar and agreeable sensation when something that’s been on the tip of your mind for several days finally jumps to the fore, like a leaf on a branch that has chosen this moment to float into your waiting hand.
Things serve you, become part of your life, and then because they are things and impermanent, the day comes when you have to find a new way of dealing with the world through the things that take their place.
— Maggie Stiefvater
Anyone speaking longingly about “fairytale weddings” probably hasn’t read many fairytales.
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.
~ Stephen King
“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives
Another of life’s complications for time travelers: managing food items in the pantry and refrigerator.
“May 2018. Wait. Has that happened yet?”