Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.
Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.
After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again.
It's only through form that we can realize emptiness
Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.