The spirit in the body is like wine in a glass; when it spills, it seeps into air and earth and light….It’s a mistake to think it’s the small things we control and not the large, it’s the other way around! We can’t stop the small accident, the tiny detail that conspires into fate: the extra moment you run back for something forgotten, a moment that saves you from an accident – or causes one. But we can assert the largest order, the large human values daily, the only order large enough to see.

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

Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into the world.

But sometimes the world disrobes, slips its dress off a shoulder, stops time for a beat. If we look up at that moment, it's not due to any ability of ours to pierce the darkness, it's the world's brief bestowal. The catastrophe of grace.

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

I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

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