The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.
We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.