bone of my bones;

“I know you. In my heart, I know you very well. You long for something special. You long for something unearthly.”

“The smell of coffee, white dust, tobacco and burnt bread, flowers with a fragrance of wine, and the crimson fruit, soft and overripe. A girl looking over her bare shoulder, with a flash of a smile, gold ear-rings showing from thick black hair brushed away from her face, long arms, a cigarette between her lips. Night like a great dark blanket, voices murmuring at a street corner, the air warm with tired flowers, and a hum from the sea.”

“I want too much, she thought. I want everything. I want day and night, sleeping and waking, world without end, amen. Someone warned her once that it was fatal to tell a man you loved him. ‘What I really want,’ she said, ‘deep down, is stillness, safety. The feeling you’d always be there. I love you. I think I must have loved you without knowing it all my life.’”

16:53

“If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?”

“But then you came back again: as sun on water. I reached for you, skimmed my hands over the light of you.”

“I feel like I’m in a story I can’t follow. I’ve always felt that way, no matter what.”

Turbulent Jupiter, observed by NASA’s Voyager 1 probe on March 1, 1979.