“In the words of the Mongolian creation myth: ‘There came a wild dog who was blue and gray and whose destiny was imposed on him by the heavens. His mate was a roe deer.Thus begins another love story. The wild dog with his courage and strength, the doewith her gentleness, intuition, and elegance. Hunter and hunted meet and love each other.According to the laws of nature, one should destroy the other, but in love there is neithergood nor evil, there is neither construction nor destruction, there is merely movement.And love changes the laws of nature.”

“According to the laws of nature, one should destroy the other, but in love neither good nor evil, there is neither construction nor destruction, there is merely movement. And love changes the laws of nature.”

“That is the Mongolian creation myth: out of two different natures love is born. In contradiction, love grows in strength. In confrontation and transformation, love is preserved.”

“There is neither creation nor destruction,neither destiny nor free will, neitherpath nor achievement.This is the final truth.”

“My name is Two Dogs Wink While Chewing. It’s not an Indian name, nor one that reflects my cat-loving nature.”

“Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.”