“It’s possible, I’m moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like an arc, alone; I’m so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything near is turning to stone.”

“Vielleicht, daß ich durch schwere Berge gehein harten Adern, wie ein Erz allein;und bin so tief, daß ich kein Ende seheund keine Ferne: alles wurde Näheund alle Nähe wurde Stein.Ich bin ja kein Wissender im Wehe,—so macht mich dieses große Dunkel klein;bist Du es aber: mach dich schwer, brich ein:daß deine ganze Hand an mir gescheheund ich an dir mit meinem ganzen Schrein.It's possible I'm moving through the hard veinsof heavy mountains, like the ore does, alone;I'm already so deep inside, I see no end in sight,and no distance: everything is getting nearand everything getting near is turning to stone.I still can't see very far yet into suffering,—so this vast darkness makes me small;are you the one: make yourself powerful, break in:so that your whole being may happen to me,and to you may happen, my whole cry. ”

“If I have a near-beer, I’m near beer. And if I’m near beer, I’m close to tequila. And if I’m close to tequila, I’m adjacent to cocaine.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.“Protecting you. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“When I’m with him, everything makes so much sense…when I’m away, it’s so much shit.”

“Once you make a journey to a near impossible destination, you get to realize how everything and anything is possible”