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“The park is empty, except for us. Cruising. I reach out to snare him, slow his departure, but he has already turned to seduce me with gestures that telegraph their approach. He sips languidly from a flask, but does not share it.”

“Is that what love is? To put up with something in silence and not act? Is that what they mean when they say: ‘Don’t stand in the way of another person’s happiness?’”

‘Somewhere their paths had forked at a place I couldn’t pinpoint for
sure, or perhaps it couldn’t be marked in the way a milestone could,
with a precise distance. But the gap between them wasn’t yet a gulf. I
stood in the hallway in my stockings, thinking, agonizing and hoping
that they could still wave to each other, that they could still call out.‘

“on spelunking tours, there's a moment the guide
turns off her lamp. we learn that darkness
is an animal like us, silken
and hungry, heavy as a child
too old to be carried, an amorphous host
of mortal fear.”

“…from his youth upwards, has been filled with a profound conviction that the easiest life is the best. Hence, though I belong to a profession proverbially energetic and nervous, even to turbulence, at times, yet nothing of that sort have I ever suffered to invade my peace.”

“They would switch off their overheating computers, drink a herbal tea and watch the sum grow, like a beloved plant.”

“I quickly discover drunk kisses are not fun when one person is sober. Despite this, he tries to deepen the kiss”

“QUESTION: Does furniture recognize—or does it make—a stranger in the house?”

“I knew she wanted something more precise, something quantitative, but I had learned from her how to withhold, the silent authority that came from keeping always a part of yourself, no matter how small, back.”

“Sometimes God will drop a fit on you.
Leave you on your bed howling.
Don’t take it meanly.
Because the outer walls of God are glass.
I see a million souls clambering up the walls on the inside
to escape God who is burning,
untended.“

“What sense is there in preparing the body for death seconds before it arrives? Like love, death catches the body. So let it be caught unawares.”

“Again I circle the huts, then the storage depot across the street, and suddenly fear descends on me. Or maybe it’s been inside me this entire time and simply strikes whenever it wants”

“The hills of sand parted, revealing the camp once more and the dog running toward them, barking frantically. When the vehicle stopped, it stopped too, but it did not stop barking”

“Hung with yellow pears
And with wild roses loaded
The land is mirrored in the lake.
You sweet swans,
Drunk with kisses
You dip your head
In the sacred, sober water.”

“But one is forced to wonder whether there are some policemen who are more concerned to provoke crime than to prevent it.”

“and could hear her saying, yet again, and very clearly, and so late in the day, that she'd changed her mind and had no wish to marry him after all.”

“Sometimes, when a man is dying, he directs that his body shall be given to the doctors, so that the causes of his suffering and death may be investigated, and the knowledge used to help others. I cannot give my body yet; only my heart and my mind,”

“When it comes, will it come without warning,
Just as I’m picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.”

“Going back after a long time will make you mad, because the people you left behind do not like to think of you changed, will treat you as they always did, accuse you of being indifferent, when you are only different.”

“If I let them take away my demons, I’ll have to give up what I’ve found.”

“It meant that to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.”

“QUESTION: How many questions can you ask before you expose who you are?”

“Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.”

“The kindest man alive,’ so people say,
‘Perpetual youth!’ But have you seen his eyes?
The eyes of some old saurian in decay,
That asks no questions and is told no lies.”

“I have known anxiety before, but this is something so severe I think I might grow mad from it”