Adulthood has something to do with not choosing any of the pure points of view, but living about half of what you really want to live.

We spend our life until we’re twenty deciding what parts of ourself to put into the bag, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to get them out again.

Poetry keeps longing alive.

If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.

Myth and poetry represent a reservoir of vertical thinking, which we could also call longing and gratitude to ancestors. We need that gratitude desperately.

In the sibling society, both the adult and the elder get lost, and no one knows where they are.

The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.