In chaos, there is fertility.

The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?

If you can't create, you destroy.

The child in me could not die as it should have died, because according too legends it must find its father again. The old legends knew, perhaps, that in absence the father becomes glorified, deified, eroticized, and this outrage against God the Father has to be atoned for. The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.

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