We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.

Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.

Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension