The strongest guard is placed at the gateway to nothing. Maybe because the condition of emptiness is too shameful to be divulged.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.

These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.

The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

I don't much care where I am anymore, nor expect very much from places.