sexing-the-cherry

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

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

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

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

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

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