In The Midst Of My Skeptical, Cynical,

She Was A Large, Disordered Woman, Like A Child's Drawing That Didn't Stay Within The Lines.

For The Eternity That Lux Lisbon Looked At Him, Trip Fontaine Looked Back, And The Love He Felt At That Moment, Truer Than All Subsequent Loves Because It Never Had To Survive Real Life, Still Plagued Him, Even Now In The Desert, With His Looks And Health Wasted. 'you Never Know What'll Set The Memory Off,' He Told Us. 'a Baby's Face. A Bell On A Cat's Collar. Anything.' They Didn't Exchange A Single Word. But In The Weeks That Followed, Trip Spent His Days Wandering The Halls, Hoping For Lux To Appear, The Most Naked Person With Clothes On He Had Ever Seen.

Capitalism Has Resulted In Material Well-being But Spiritual Bankruptcy.

You Can Tell When Something's Not Moving Forward Anymore. When The Doubts You Have About It Don't Go Away.

There Comes A Moment, When You Get Lost In The Woods, When The Woods Begin To Feel Like Home.