We are lucky, even the worst of us, for daylight comes.

Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.

What I want does exist if I dare to find it.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

Life…we understand it differently at different stages. It’s what is interesting about getting older, you realize your relationship with the past is always negotiable. There is a lot of freedom in that, because you realize you can go back to what you did such a long time ago. You can talk with the dead, talk with your lost self, your disappeared self, and you can visit those places again, and understand it differently. That makes a huge difference.

Always in my books, I like to throw that rogue element into a stable situation and then see what happens.

The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.