To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation, a mutual agreement though the human being holds most of the cards.

The physical reinvention of the world is endless, relentless, fascinating, exhaustive; nothing that seems solid is. If you could stand at just a little distance in time, how fluid and shape-shifting physical reality would be, everything hurrying into some other form, even concrete, even stone.

...in the face of all dangers, in what may seem a godless region, we move forward through the agencies of love and art.

It's freeing, to think that there's always an aspect of us outside the grasp of speech, the common stuff of language.

The World Will Break Your Heart. Grief might be, in some ways, the long aftermath of love, the internal work of knowing, holding, more fully valuing what we have lost.

Love, I think, is a gateway to the world, not an escape from it.

Desire can make anything into a god.