So here I am walking around with another person inside of me. Though I think I put it better the day we parted when I said there is a third person we have created from the two of us. And I am stalked now by that other entity.

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

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.

First you must have the images, then come the words.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts