sometimes a man stands up during supper and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking, because of a church that stands somewhere in the East. And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead. And another man, who remains inside his own house, stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses, so that his children have to go far out into the world toward that same church, which he forgot.

What we fight with is so small, and when we win, it makes us small. What we want is to be defeated, decisively, by successively greater things

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.

A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.

Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.