How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, and its wisdom. It is a gift like no other.

Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.

The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.

How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

Huddled around the fire of the alphabet.