“Sleep came like a fruit which falls into the hand almost before you have touched it.”

“Wait for the fruit to fall into your hand.”

“under the radiant towers, the floodlit ramparts, must have wondered at my impulse to touch her, which was like touching myself,the way your own hand feels when you hold it because you want to feel contained.”

“Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy. Often before falling asleep - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and enter the greater world - often, before having the courage to go toward the greatness of sleep, I pretend that someone is holding my hand and I go, go toward the enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even then I can't find the courage, then I dream.”

“A new enterprise awaits. It hangs before you like fruit on a tree.”

“We came into the world like brother and brother,And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.”