We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

Dreamers conquered the world long ago.

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

Hands have their own language.