"Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant."
"My mother told me not to swallow it. I promise it was an accident. I wanted to know what it tasted like. I felt the ocean tangled in my veins and the earth’s shell stuffing its self in my lungs. Pricked skin became unstable, pealing and scrapping—the orbit of insides are confused. If you listen to the right part of skin, you will find where heartstrings screamed and broke. I couldn’t handle it anymore."
"I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvelously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles."