When a tree falls in the forest and no one is around, it lies there quietly wishing it lived in the city.

Love is something you’re in, like tall boxes you can’t jump high enough to see over the edge of, or escape from, or scream loud enough for someone to hear you and cut a hole in to rescue you.

Live your life like you will have something to say when a sadistic monster asks everyone in the meeting to share something interesting about themselves.