It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her.

You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.

Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms