How can one build a better self unless on the ruins of the old?

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

The price of tapping water into every house is that no one values water any more.

Adulthood is not an age, but a stage of knowledge of self.

Duty is but a pot. It holds whatever is put in it, from the greatest evil to the greatest good.

He felt himself in suspension between the two worlds, the warm, neat civilization behind his back, the cool, dark mystery outside. We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.