Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.
Michael OndaatjeThe desert could not be claimed or owned — it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and the East ... All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.
Michael OndaatjeThis last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.
Michael OndaatjeI am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.
Michael Ondaatje