As I turned to leave, I looked down. Beside my foot, a sprout of greenery was clawing its way through the pristine nothingness to begin anew. It was later that I realized my haven had sent me a message, and it had shown me that nothing is ever completely lost, unless you cease searching.
. . .the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn’t really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape.
Jude used to try to make me laugh, and when I’d crack a smile he’d keep the joke going , like breath on an ember, making it grow into a fit of giggles that’d echo around the whole forest and make all the birds in the trees quiet.
At present the universities are as uncongenial to teaching as the Mojave Desert to a clutch of Druid priests. If you want to restore a Druid priesthood, you cannot do it by offering prizes for Druid-of-the Year. If you want Druids, you must grow forests.
The winged word. The mercurial word. The word that is both moth and lamp. The word that is itself and more. the associative word light with meanings. The word not netted by meaning. The exact word wide. The word not whore nor cenobite. The word unlied.
Determination is learning to form a habit, and never breaking it in future.
It’s all nonsense. It’s only nonsense. I’m not afraid of the rain. I’m not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn’t.’ She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.
Her voice was a hushed whisper against my ear. An audible smile.
It’s a mind, it works by metaphor.
Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.