In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.