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

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.

What is healing, but a shift in perspectives?

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

Here and gone. That’s what it is to be human, I think—to be both someone and no one at once, to hold a particular identity in the world (our names, our place of origins, our family and affectional ties) and to feel that solid set of ties also capable of dissolution, slipping away, as we become moments of attention.

I want what everybody wants, that's how I know I'm still breathing.

All my life I've lived with a future which constantly diminishes but never vanishes.