Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.
To love is to undress our names.
Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two.
A civilization that denies death ends by denying life.
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.
The Mexican...is familiar with death. [He] jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.