They were bumping into each other all the time.

O Space and Time and stars at strife,
How dreadful your infinity!
Shrined by your termless trinity,
How strange, how terrible, is life!
(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,
The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.
("Ephemera")

We're having a good time. That's what I did last year. If you can't have a good time, you might as well stay home. I feel real good.

I guess everybody saw it. It's a deal where I'd been racing cars a long time and I knew going around the track the fender was on the tire hard.

I grew up feeling unattractive, and it took a long time to grow into a place where I was comfortable with me.