“Push words.Pull light. Carry balm.”
“...goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness...”
“...and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”
“Words can be used as a bomb or balm.”
“Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,the dreamed as well as the lived—what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?”
“I love the smell of lip balm in the morning”