Give Life Long Enough And It Will

It Had Never Occurred To Me Before But Everything In New York Is Built Upon Another Thing, Nothing Is Entirely By Itself, Each Thing As Strange As The Last, And Connected.

The Tunnels Of Our Lives Connect, Coming To Daylight At The Oddest Moments, And Then Plunge Us Into The Dark Again. We Return To The Lives Of Those Who Have Gone Before Us, A Perplexing Möbius Strip Until We Come Home, Eventually, To Ourselves.

He Felt For A Moment Uncreated. Another Kind Of Awake.

Life Must Pass Through Difficulty In Order To Achieve Any Modicum Of Beauty.

The Thing About Love Is That We Come Alive In Bodies Not Our Own.