I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

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.

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

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

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.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.