When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

To share a hiding place, physical or psychological, is as intimate as love.

Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another.

Any given moment - no matter how casual, how ordinary - is poised, full of gaping life.

It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.

The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst.

Important lessons: look carefully; record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary; find a way to make necessity beautiful.