Truly I only loved the city for letting me leave.

Every person I meet is lit by my impressions of those I used to know.

What had we all missed not growing up in Texas?

Around the world your horse is often seen as a reflection of your character.

Horse smell is the same the world over

The right to buck off a human being is one of the universal rights of horses

Glee is my favorite train to catch. It really carries me.

Isn’t it disappointing that my resistance has always revolved around really futile matters? Teachers, etiquette, Mongol Darby positioning. Why can’t I get angry about the sad news in the papers? It seems I have to see it and touch it and then I can’t resist resisting it.

Maybe this restlessness is serving to keep some part of me alive. Or maybe I move to avoid making - making words, friends, and love. I do spread my heart thinly as I go. Will I ever accept that the most mythic, meaningful life might lie in the ordinary? The kingdom of details and daily reprises. For now, I’m stunned by all things static. Scared by the idea that a home might exist for me somewhere.

p.46 My tendency for lateness comes from a fear of feeling committed when early...Time is a muscle that seems to randomly flex and relax in a bid to misplace me and many others. I can't rid myself of the sensation that I'm about to fall off the world, as you might fall off the back of a treadmill.