We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

Such physical matters were nice, yet, to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by subtleties of the mind and spirit, were what really counted.

I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about.