I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didn't care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was to turn to hate, to fear. They seemed so opposite, the feelings, yet they were all one note on his flute.

I’m a coward, I close my eyes. I don’t understand why God made sight the only sense that can be blocked off.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

You think sex is dirty. You have a dirty mind.

The hourglass runs low.

Love me...I am not evil.

In that moment, there was no place for doubt. I was sitting with the supreme being. I had always sat beside her. She was inside of me.