You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.

It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.

As a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight.

My friends tell me that I am an intruder, that I don't really write when I attempt poetry. But those of my friends who write in prose say that I'm no writer when I attempt prose. So really I don't know what to do, I'm in a quandary.

When you come right down to it, opinions are the most superficial things about anyone

It also occurred to him that throughout history, humankind has told two stories: the story of a lost ship sailing the Mediterranean seas in quest of a beloved isle, and the story of a god who allows himself to be crucified on Golgotha.

Truth never penetrates an unwilling mind.