“Mineral cactai,quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls,the bird that punctures space,thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind.The pines taught me to talk to myself.In that garden I learnedto send myself off.Later there were no gardens. ”
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
“My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden. ”
“My heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
“The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.”
“Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.”