“إني كالليل : سكونٌ ، عمقٌ ، آفاق إني كالنجم : غموض ، بعد ، إبراق فافهمني إن فُهم الليل ، إفهم حسي والمسني إن لُمس النجم ، إلمس نفسي”

“There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace - these qualities you find always in that the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush of the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and in our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort.”

“Calm down, my Sorrow, we must move with care. You called for evening; it descends; it’s here. The town is coffined in its atmosphere,”

“your hunger hurts you awake. The sin is not the wanting, it’s the wanting more.”

“And you, who with your soft but searching voice drew me out of the sleep where I was lost, who held me near your heart that I might rest confiding in the darkness of your choice: possessed by you I chose to have no choice, fulfilled in you I sought no further quest.”

"But I wasn't crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us."