What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free.

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.

Heaven is not like flying or swimming, but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare.

I am overcome by my own amazing sloth...Can you please forgive me and believe that it is really because I want to do something well that I don't do it at all?

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.