For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

And myself? Observe me. There is something to be gained from my surface uses, and perhaps a little more from my lower depths, but my very bottom? That's where I am alone, the observer and the observed.

Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

...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.

When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.

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 enough to let you be yourself.