Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

So many things in the world have happened before. But it's like they never did. Every new thing that happens to a person, it's a first... In that night I felt expansion, as if the world was branching out in shoots and growing faster than the eye could see. I felt smallness, how the earth divided into bits and kept dividing. I felt stars.

I feel myself becoming less a person than a place, inhabited, a foreign land.

People forget the good, because the bad has more punch.

We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.

Every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware.

Death is the least civilized rite of passage.