““And it occurred to me for one uneasy moment that every move I had made lately might have started a landslide. What if I couldn't go back? What if I died in the crash? Almost immediately, the monster soothed me, confused me with a deeper question. What if the ride was worth it? I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams. How can I explain the pure chilling rush of waiting to do something so basically not right? No fear. No guilt. How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?””
