And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.

In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.

It's not a competition, it's a doorway.

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.

Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?

from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which is the only way to love, isn't it? this isn't a playground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. therefore i have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world. and i say to my body: grow thinner still. and i say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. and i say to my heart: rave on.

I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.