“There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawaterbegs the pearl to break its shell.and the lily, how passionatelyit needs some wild darling! Atnight, I open the window and askthe moon to come and press itsface against mine. Breathe intome. Close the language door andopen the lovers window. The moonwon’t use the door, only the window.”
“At night, I open the windowand ask the moon to comeand press its face against mine.Breathe into me.Close the language-doorand open the love-window.The moon won't use the door,only the window.”
“The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!”
“Don’t waste a minute not being happy. If one window closes, run to the next window—or break down a door.”
“When God closes a door, he opens a window, but it's up to you to find it.”
“Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the windows.”