Scott Hawkins

Are you a Buddhist?""No, I'm an asshole. But I keep trying.

As the days and weeks and seasons wore on he found himself repeating this nothing, not wanting to. Gradually he came to understand that this particular nothing was all that he could really say now. He chanted it to himself in cell blocks and dingy apartments, recited it like a litany, ripped himself to rags against the sharp and ugly poetry of it. It echoed down the grimy hallways and squandered moments of his life, the answer to every question, the lyric of all songs.

In the Library you took your good times where you could find them.

Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it.

The only real escape from hell is to conquer it.

I must send you into exile, that you may be the coal of her heart. No real thing can be so perfect as memory, and she will need a perfect thing if she is to survive. She will warm herself on the memory of you when there is nothing else, and be sustained.

Carolyn _ I need you to go back into America. We need an innocent heart. We will offer it to Nobununga when he arrives. Do you think you can handle that?___n innocent heart? In America?_ She hesitated.

She wanted to burn the whole place to ashes but, at the same time, it would be kind of nice to see it again. Home.