In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if the howling winds came from her belly, she cries like a storm that will never end.

loneliness is not a longing for company, it is a longing for kind. And kind means people who can see you who you are, and that means they have enough intelligence and sensitivity and patience to do that.

there's no justice, there's only love.

The very notion of superiority of one kind over another will have to disappear, although differences among kind will remain.

Even disasters -- there are always disasters when you travel -- can be turned into adventures.

There was no justice, there was only life. And life she had.

Desire consumes you, it takes you over. You forget yourself completely. All you can think about is the other, the one you desire, your self is just a fire.