Society is like this card game here, cousin. We got dealt our hand before we were even born, and as we grow we have to play as best as we can.

Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, the place to love and be irritated with.

Of course, English is a very powerful language, a colonizer's language and a gift to a writer. English has destroyed and sucked up the languages of other cultures - its cruelty is its vitality.

...whom he had saved from a life of excessive freedom

Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.

How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.

Be lovely and do no harm.