We’d just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing — half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.
I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.
If you try to change it, you will ruin it. Try to hold it, and you will lose it.
The qualities we possess should never be a matter for satisfaction, but the qualities we have discarded.