she had a laugh that hinted it had rolled around once or twice in the mud.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.

The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion

There was always, he thought, this pleasure ahead of him, an ace of joy up his sleeve so he could say you can do anything to me, take everything away, put me in prison, but I will know [her] when we are old.

A blind lover, don't know what I love till I write it out

You built your walls too, she tells him. So I have my wall. She says it glittering in a beauty he cannot stand. She with her beautiful clothes with her pale face that laughs at everyone who smiles at her.

Jung was absolutely right about one thing. We are occupied by gods. The mistake is to identify with the god occupying you.