The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

My hole is warm and full of light.

The truth is the light and the light is the truth.

I feel the need to reaffirm all of it, the whole unhappy territory and all the things loved and unloveable in it, for it is all part of me.

Some people are your relatives but others are your ancestors, and you choose the ones you want to have as ancestors. You create yourself out of those values.

There must be possible a fiction which, leaving sociology and case histories to the scientists, can arrive at the truth about the human condition, here and now, with all the bright magic of the fairy tale.

Perhaps to lose a sense of where you are implies the danger of losing a sense of who you are.