How Astonishing It Is That Language Can

I Believe That Icarus Was Not Failing As He Fell, But Just Coming To The End Of His Triumph.

When I Was Walking In The Mountains With The Japanese Man And Began To Hear The Water, He Said, 'what Is The Sound Of The Waterfall?' 'silence,' He Finally Told Me.

We Must Have The Stubbornness To Accept Our Gladness In The Ruthless Furnace Of This World.

I Ask Myself What Is The Sound Of Women? What Is The Word For That Still Thing I Have Hunted Inside Them For So Long? Deep Inside The Avalanche Of Joy, The Thing Deeper In The Dark, And Deeper Still In The Bed Where We Are Lost. Deeper, Deeper Down Where A Woman's Heart Is Holding Its Breath, Where Something Very Far Away In That Body Is Becoming Something We Don't Have A Name For.

Duende I Can't Remember Her Name. It's Not As Though I've Been In Bed With That Many Women. The Truth Is I Can't Even Remember Her Face. I Kind Of Know How Strong Her Thighs Were, And Her Beauty. But What I Won't Forget Is The Way She Tore Open The Barbecued Chicken With Her Hands, And Wiped The Grease On Her Breasts.