“The past is fractal premonition, infinite to the eye but nothing to be built on . . .”

“A low thrum in his gut. Love. What is the measure of such a thing? Love, or the word love, is like an elusive jungle bird that because it is so durable has thousands of mimics and camouflaged neighbors.”

“There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false.”

“Every civilization built upon riches has died stillborn, ebbed away or fallen of its own weight. Once the inner eye glimpses wealth, the individual life is no longer of interest. The personal on every level becomes insignificant. Wives are abandoned, children discarded. Expendability rules. Gold erases the past, you see. It erases the mercy of God.”

“Bridges are built not to cross over it but it is built to lift you to the other side safely.”

“There is nothing to save, now all is lost,but a tiny core of stillness in the heartlike the eye of a violet.”

“Freedom is about stopping the past.”