The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The feud we kept with space comes to an end.

What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?

In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

I learn by going where I have to go.

So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.

A mind too active is no mind at all.

I came to love, I came into my own.