Q: Why are you running so hard?
A: Trying to get away.
Q: From what?
A: Things. Things that make me uncomfortable.
Q: What kinds of things?
A: Emotional junk. You know the kind—lovey stuff that people say.
Q: Like what?
A: Like what you’re always saying—about love.
Q: And things about God?
A: That, too, I guess. Don’t want to talk about it. It’s just a story.
Q: Gets you out of your comfort zone?
A: Don’t want to talk about that. I’m perfectly comfortable.
Q: Know what you are really running away from? Love. Joy in living—or dying—or whatever. I can’t understand why anybody would run from love—why anybody would choose cold misery over love. Can you explain that?