“Carried by light, images remain while sensation is so evanescent as to be always beyond belief.”

“The voice of the light remains ever so faint; images quiet as ancient constellations float across the domw of my dawning mind. They are indistinct fragments that never merge into a sensate picture.There would be a landscape I have not seen before, unfamiliar melodic echoes, whisperings in a chaos of tongues. ”

“Silvery dancing strands that seemed the pure play of light, light as evanescent news, ideas borne on light.”

“The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.”

“A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.”

“Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.”