I just love peanut butter so much.
What do I think of you — what do you think of me? Who are you? Who am I? — that quivers again its uneasy air over us, and the pulse quickens and the eye brightens and all the insanity of personal existence without which life would fall flat and die, begins again.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
A fun MTA-style map of the AT. I’m currently stopped at Hot Springs, which means I’m an eighth of the way finished. This train is going express to Maine. Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.