“We are born and then we die. And in between lies only this strange darkness that we can’t break.”
“In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.”
“We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of those two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on, lost, and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love.”
“We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Everything in-between is a gift. ”
“We are born in a clear field and die in a dark forest.”
“The only guarantee we are given when we are born is that we will die.”