But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly. To exist without boundaries.

Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

The problem with meditating is I generally go to sleep, and that's because I'm doing it wrong.

Foreignness is all around. Only in the heart of the heart of the country, namely the heart of the United States, can you avoid such a thing. In the center of an empire, you can think of your experience as universal. Outside the empire or on the fringes of the empire, you cannot.

Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up.

You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.

Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.