And so I would just stand there, shaking perforce on my small doweling perch,feeling helpless and culpable and vicious for reasons I could not really examine nor wholly accept.

I haven't yet discovered what my first language is so for the time being I use English words in order to say things: I expect I will always have to do it that way; regrettably I don't think my first language can be written down at all.

I only wish you could spend just five minutes beneath my skin and feel what it’s like. Feel the savage swarming magic I feel.

If we have lost the knack of living, I thought, it is a safe bet to presume we have forfeited the magic of dying.