To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.

The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?

When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.

Our tribe unraveled like a coarse rope, frayed at either end as the old and new among us were taken.

A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.