Sublime

the days when dangerousness was a function of mass and bulk.

The reckless future, the mystery of what has not yet happened: this, too, he learned, can be preserved in memory.

“Let it go,” said Minna, and now he returned my shoulder taps, once, hard. “Don’t tug the boat.”

She loves feeling that every headway man tries to make

“Rude Boy”

writing,

The point is: his life was not centered around the place where he lived.

Every one imagines that fear and anger, violence and desire, rage laced with the surprise capacity to forgive—character—is all that matters in the end.

Emulation of more noxious aspects of adolescence, rather than the clearheaded pristine innocence of authentic childhood.