What you think is the heart might well be another organ.
She was her own Enigma Code and me and my dad were not Bletchley Park.
Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries.
Lonely cries, and she was lonely, not for friends but for a time that hadn't been violated.
Just because you can’t tell what it is, doesn’t mean it’s not what it is.
El perro corría al lado de chico, y contempló en el cielo despejado los perros estelares, fríos y bellos, y supo que, pidas lo que pidas, no se puede pedir nada mejor que el amor
El centro comercial no es nuestro verdadero hogar, ni un espacio público, aunque, a medida que desaparecen las librerías, los jardines, los parques, los museos y los polideportivos, la falsa amabilida...
I can change the story. I am the story.
Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since time began. Of time before time, she says little, and in a language that no one ha...
What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.
We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.
Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way.
People will believe anything.Except, it seems, the truth.
Passion out of passion's obstacles.
De ce sa scap? De prezent? Da, de acest prim-plan care-mi ascunde ce se intampla in perspectiva. Daca am spirit sau suflet, spuneti-i cum vreti, nu e unul singur, ci multiplu. Nu se poate multumi cu l...
Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and space....
I never wanted to find my birth parents - if one set of parents felt like a misfortune, two sets would be self-destructive...I had no idea that you could like your parents or that they could love you...
The buddhists say there are 149 ways to god. i'm not looking for god, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.
There will be a future. We believe in our unreality too strongly to give it up.
Perhaps this is how it is--life flowing smoothly over memory and history, the past returning or not, depending on the tide. History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, idea...