What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.

I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that.

When I was walking in the mountains with the Japanese man and began to hear the water, he said, 'What is the sound of the waterfall?' 'Silence,' he finally told me.

We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.

What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.

The heart lies to itself because it must.

I had lived all of my youthful dreams, but I couldn't think of many adult ones. I finally realized that we don't have many dreams for adults because, historically, people have always died much younger than they do today.