“Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.”

“Life is a bunch of decisions. If your first bunch sucks and lands you in the shithouse, start making new decisions until you’ve gathered up a fresh bunch that brings you to a brighter place. All the mistakes you’ve made along the way weren’t mistakes at all, but experiences. Lessons.”

“See, that’s the difference,” Mauvin said. “I suffer a loss and people console me. Royce suffers a loss and whole towns evacuate.”

“Learning was so dangerous: for how could one tell in advance, while still ignorant, whether a thing could ever be unlearned or forgotten, or if, once known and named, it would invalidate by its significance the whole of one’s former life, all of those years wiped out, convicted at one blow, retrospectively darkened by one sudden light?”

“Man is like a river on his way towards the ocean, towards the divine. The drop has a thirst, a longing. The drop knows nothing of the ocean, but the drop longs to become one with the ocean. The drop cannot find fulfillment until it becomes on with the ocean, the divine.”

“I can’t protect you from knowledge.”

“Nobody knows you.You don’t know yourself.And I, who am half in love with you,What am I in love with?My own imaginings?”

“There are moments on stage when everything comes together. Then the kid in the front row coughs.”

“Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.”

“I see what I want of Love… I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place… I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk… and their need to say: Good Morning…”

“The first gift is Strength. May you remember to call upon it whenever you need it.”

“Four things to learn in life: To think clearly without hurry or confusion; To love everybody sincerely; To act in everything with the highest motives; To trust God unhesitatingly.”

“There’s in my mind a…turbulent moon-ridden girlor old woman, or both,dressed in opals and rags, feathersand torn taffeta,who knows strange songsbut she is not kind.”

“To fly/steal is woman’s gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.”