“I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.”

“Give me a map and I'll build you a city.”

“I have spent weeks in the desert, forgetting to look at the moon, he says, as a married man may spend days never looking into the face of his wife. These are not sins of omission but signs of pre-occuopation.”

“The noise of the trees, the breaking of moon into silver fish bouncing off the leaves of asters outside.”

“... in Asian gardens you could look at rock and imagine water, you could gaze at a still pool and believe it had the hardness of rock.”

“The jackal with one eye that looks back and one that regards the path you consider taking. In his jaws are pieces of the past he delivers to you, and when all of that time is fully discovered it will prove to have been already known.”

“A postcard. Neat handwriting fills the rectangle.Half my days I cannot bear to touch you.The rest of my time I feel like it doesn’t matter if I will ever see you again. It isn’t the morality, it’s how much you can bear.No date. No name attached.”