The Stargazer

And suddenly, the monster in him falls silent as he rests his head on her lap.

I think of you with the most excruciating tenderness.

To put on your best outfit and feel like you're dressing a wound.

This is not our world with trees in it. It's a world of trees, where humans have just arrived.

A man’s sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

She looked at me a long time, watching me sweep the floor, wearing that damn fool dress. I didn't say a word. Just kept on sweeping. Finally, she placed her small foot on the broom and stopped it. I had to look up at her then. Them eyes was staring down at me. I can't say they was kind eyes. Rather they was tight as balled fists. Full. Firm. Stirred. The wind seemed to live in that woman's face. Looking at her was like staring at a hurricane.

He wanted to bathe in it for five seconds, the future he might be having if it weren't for everything.

Except for your eyes, no blade can control me, no sharpened knife

Thoughts are often false. A feeling’s always real. Not true, just real.

But it was a May afternoon and with its perfume the fresh air was an open flower. So she thought it was marvelous and strange to be walking the streets—with the wind ruffling her hair. She couldn’t remember when she’d last been alone, with just herself.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

Only a few people chosen by the inevitability of chance have tasted the aloof and delicate freedom of life. It’s like knowing how to arrange flowers in a vase: almost useless knowledge. That fleeting freedom of life must never be forgotten: it should be present like a fragrance.