We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.
He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.
The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.