Even as a child, even as my blood-past was drained from me, I understood that if I were strong enough to accept it, I was being offered a second history.

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

If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and cold.

Though the contradictions of war seem sudden and simultaneous, history stalks before it strikes. Something tolerated soon becomes something good.

The truth doesn't care what we think of it.

History is the gradual instant

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