The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.

It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

There is always the other side, always.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.