“You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.”

“You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.”

“One must reach out and try to grasp this astonishing finesse, that the value of lif cannot be estimated.”

“Never say no to now”

“Ignore a person kill the person.”

“Life is like yoga; the only way you can enjoy it is by relaxing into any position you happen to find yourself in.”

“Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.”

“Love’ is the only weapon I have, I will defend with love, I will attack with love.”

“They will say that I, having no literary skill, cannot properly express that which I desire to treat of, but they do not know that my subjects are to be dealt with by experience rather than by words. And [experience] has been the mistress of those who wrote well. And so, as mistress, I will cite her in all cases. Though I may not, like them, be able to quote other authors, I shall rely on that which is much greater and more worthy: on experience, the mistress of their masters.”

“This is why they started us here so young: to give ourselves away before the age when the questions ‘why’ and ‘to what’ grow real beaks and claws.”

“There is no problem more difficult to solve than that created by ourselves.”

“Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.”

“Those who do not think bout the future cannot have one.”

“I was living and dying in all the fibers of what is chewed and digested and in all the fibers that absorb the sun, consuming and digesting. Under the thatched arbor of a restaurant on a river-bank, where Olivia had waited for me, our teeth began to move slowly, with equal rhythm, and our eyes stared into each other’s with the intensity of serpents’—serpents concentrated in the ecstasy of swallowing each other in turn, as we were aware, in our turn, of being swallowed by the serpent that digests us all, assimilated ceaselessly in the process of ingestion and digestion, in the universal cannibalism that leaves its imprint on every amorous relationship and erases the lines between our bodies and sopa de frijoles, huachinango a la vera cru-zana, and enchiladas.”