Status Updates From Principio, medio, fin

Pienso que debe ser un buen augurio, llegar con el levante, ráfagas de popa. ¿O estoy confundiendo popa con proa y esta ráfaga es propicia para irse y no para llegar? En todo caso es aquí, en esta isla, con esta llegada, durante este verano, que quiero que ella y yo encontremos por fin un nuevo principio.

“I suppose all we are ever doing is transmuting and translating: mountain to rock, rock to sand, sand to glass, glass to light, light to eyes, eyes to see, see to imagine, imagine to remember.”

“Because fiction is where memory and imagination meet.
　What do you even mean, Ma?
　Just that imagination looks forward and memory backward, and where the two meet, that's fiction.
　That's absurd.
　Why?
　Because, if something looks forward and another thing looks backward, they don't ever see each other.”

“That moment is glass: a startlingly translucent, hard, and fragile moment of transition.”

“A boyfriend I had when I was in my early twenties used to say that the difference between porn and eroticism is only the amount of light. Maybe.”

“Perhaps there is one specific sentiment, a kind of longing or nostalgia, that can warp time strangely: I think, sometimes, I miss the present more than I miss the past. And perhaps that is a form of time travel.”