”Restless, are you restless?
Are you waiting for day to end
For night to return, faithful, virtuous?”

”My story begins very simply: I could speak and I was happy.
Or: I could speak, thus I was happy.
Or: I was happy, thus speaking.
I was like a bright light passing through a
dark room.
If it is so difficult to begin, imagine what
it will be to end—“

“Feeling has departed—it occurs to me this would make a fine headstone.

But I was wrong to suggest this has occurred before.
In fact, I have been hounded by feeling;
it is the gift of expression that has so often failed me.
Failed me, tormented me, virtually all my
life.”

”But to abandon you would be to leave a part of myself behind, and how can I do that when I do not know which part you are?”