Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
I don't want to be a passenger in my own life.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.
