“Here, the sea strains to climb up on the landand the wind blows dust in a single direction.The trees bend themselves all one wayand volcanoes explode oftenWhy is this? Many years backa woman of strong purposepassed through this sectionand everything else tried to follow.”

“Paris and HelenHe called her: golden dawnShe called him: the wind whistlesHe called her: heart of the skyShe called him: message bringerHe called her: mother of pearl barley woman, rice provider, millet basket, corn maid, flax princess, all-maker, weefShe called him: fawn, roebuck, stag, courage, thunderman, all-in-green, mountain strider keeper of forests, my-love-ridesHe called her: the tree isShe called him: bird dancingHe called her: who stands, has stood, will always standShe called him: arriverHe called her: the heart and the womb are similarShe called him: arrow in my heart.”

“She figured out that the only way 
to keep from being frozen was to 
stay in motion, and long ago converted
 most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she
 smells danger, she spills herself all over,
 like gasoline, and lights it.
 ”

“I'm not a girl. I'm a hatchet”

“I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.”

“I looked at his eyes. I was thinking: they are bluer than the sea.But then the sea is not blue at all, is it?”

“•Silence is one of the hardest arguments to dispute•Love is never die, but be careful, it can kill you!”