Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.
I see that I must give what I most need.
To share a hiding place, physical or psychological, is as intimate as love.
It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.
Once I was lost in a forest. I was so afraid. My blood pounded in my chest and I knew my heart's strength would soon be exhausted. I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.
The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.” from “Memoriam