You must have come from very far down,” Alice says to the fish, “to have your own lantern.

Time was a dazzling lie, a magician worth a bird in his hat. The truth, I felt certain, was that everything happened at once. How old was I? I was every age at the same...

The only true thing is what’s in front of you right now.

You know that smell, when you put your nose up to a pine tree?” I told her I did perfectly. “No matter how long it has been, you always will. Like you are storing a...