The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.

She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.

Elena had always felt like the center of her own world - who doesn't? The world arranged itself around her like petals around the stem of a flower. This way the meadows, that way the woodland. Over here, the baryn's estate, out there, the hills that hug the known world close and imply a world at beyond. She could never come up with the edge of a world, because it always kept going on beyond. She moved the center of the world as she walked. The world was balanced on her head.

There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

For fun? Maybe evil is an art form.