“standing on a cliffin a silent blizzard crumblingand dreaming of kaleidoscopesall the pieces always fit”
“And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream.”
“you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece”
“to that piece in each of us that refuses to be silent.”
“The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.”
“May your dreams be silent.”