the power of a text is not time-bound. The words go on doing their work.

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. This place will warm me, feed me and care for me. I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms. The world will come and go in the tide of a day but here is her hand with my future in its palm.

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.

When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.

..to change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.