I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.

I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.

Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.

I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.