Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Egypt loved the lotus becuase it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved. Thus can something as insignificant as a name-two syllables, one high, one sweet- summon up the innumerable smiles, tears, sighs and dreams of a human life.

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.

One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.

I like the way he danced. And then I like the way we danced together.

They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.