I thought I was being loved because I was being altered.

Do you understand the sadness of geography?

What he would say, he cannot say to this woman whose openness is like a wound, whose youth is not mortal yet. He cannot alter what he loves most in her, her lack of compromise, where the romance of the poems she loves still sits with ease in the real world. Outside these qualities he knows there is no order in the world.

He came to this country like a torch on fire and he swallowed air as he walked forward and he gave out light

For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.

From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls.

You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in someone else's poison – thinking you can cure them by sharing it – you will instead store it within you. Those men in the desert were smarter than you. They assumed he could be useful. So they saved him, but when he was no longer useful they left him.