*Notebook – 6/9/2003*
In truth, the lights were bright enough; air soft and walls imbued. But reading was uncomfortable.

*Notebook – 6/24/2003*
From McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern, Issue 10:
“Every lost cause has its sacred litany, each of whose plaints begins with the words ‘If only.'” (Chabon, 467)

*Notebook – 8/27/2003*
From McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern, Issue 11:
“There are handshakes and thumbs up, ties beating frantic semaphores in the wind, applause like cannon fire.” (Dorst, 167)