Nobody can be so beautiful from the outside and so hollow from inside. Not even in a third-rate novel.
...a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.
Marriage is holy and it's private.
Everything is important. To the smallest insect, even the mouldering tree, the deepest stone in the drift.
We all have to do things in this life that we don't like.
In a state of pseudo-death you restore your substance.