Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time.

the material world and the flesh are only temporary - there are no sins of the flesh, spirit is everything!

The truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives, and then they had to pay her to tell them.

Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.

I write in order to find out what I truly know and how I really feel about certain things. Writing requires me to go much deeper into my thoughts and memories than conversation does. Writing provides the solitude necessary to reflect on being in this world.

Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.

As long as the hummingbird had not abandoned the land, somewhere there were still flowers, and they could all go on.