It all means more than I can tell you. So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for.

I sometimes am discouraged by what seems to be a sort of conventional disparagement of humankind. I think often people feel that they are doing something moral when they are doing that, but that's not how I understand morality. I much prefer the "everyone is sacred, and everybody errs" model of reality.

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.

The twinkling of an eye. That is the most wonderful expression. I've thought from time to time it was the best thing in life, that little incandescence you see in people when the charm of a thing strikes them, or the humor of it. 'The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart.' That's a fact.

And often enough, when we think we are protecting ourselves, we are struggling against our rescuer.

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.