And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other—maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.

“And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my…”

“Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, …”

“the marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or sta…”

“I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missin…”