“The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me.”
“For ten years you have climbed here to my cave: you would have become weary of shining and of the journey, had it not been for me, my eagle, and my serpent.”
“Our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”
“The mambo never let up for a moment, it frenzied on like an endless journey in the jungle (288).”
“Why do you say that I am alone? My body is with me wherever I am, telling me endless stories of hunger and satisfaction, weariness and sleep, eating and drinking and breathing and life. With such company who could ever be alone?”
“When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.”