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