They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.
— Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves