This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.

The more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.

If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.

I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.