She moved from being a young woman into having the angular look of a queen, someone who has made her face with her desire to be a certain kind of person. He still likes that about her. Her smartness, the fact that she did not inherit that look or that beauty, but it was something searched for and that it will always reflect a present stage of her character.

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

We keep wanting to save those who are forlorn in this world. It’s a male habit.

If any of you on your journeys see her-shout to me, whistle...he sang, and it became a habit for audiences to shout and whistle in response to those lines. There was nowhere he could hide in such a song that had all of its doors and windows open, so that he could walk out of it artlessly, the antiphonal responses blending with him as if he were no longer on stage.

He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.

I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.

I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read into hardly anything at all.