“He returns years later, has no demands.He wants only one, most precious thing:To see, purely and simply, without name,Without expectations, fears, or hopes,At the edge where there is no I or not-I.”

“I travel without boundaries, I learn without fear, and I share without expectations.”

“for one precious moment, I believed everything she did was because of love. but now love and power are both shouting their names. I wanted it to be so pure. nothing is ever pure.”

“I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.”

“Unconditional love. That’s what he wants to give her and what he wants from her. People should give without wanting anything in return. All other giving is selfish. But he is being selfish a little, isn’t he, by wanting her to love him in return? He hopes that she loves him in return. Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain?”

“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.”