"You who are reading this, are a fellow practitioner of the weird religion of poetry, in which we are gods who don’t believe in ourselves. I still don’t know what life is,...

... or America, or memory, or where babies really come from, and not knowing is the best reason to keep going. It’s like when they stopped Indiana Jones to ask how he, with nothing but a stolen horse and a whip, could get the lost arc of the covenant back from the Nazis. 'How? I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go.'" - Brendan Lorber