She was lost in her longing to understand.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.

It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.