“They fell to, on the ground. You’ve seen a bakerrolling dough. He kneads it gently at first,then more roughly. He pounds it on the board.It softly groans under his palms.Now he spreadsit out and rolls it flat. Then he bunches it,and rolls it all the way out again,thin.Now he adds water and mixes it well.Now salt,and a little more salt. Now he shapes itdelicately to its final shape and slides itinto the oven, which is already hot.You remember breadmaking!This is how your desiretangles with a desired one.And it’s not justa metaphor for a man and a woman making love.Warriors in battle do this too.A great mutual embraceis always happening between the eternaland what dies, between essence and accident.”

“As for us, He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment.If he wanted us to work, after all,He would not have created this wine.With a skinfull of this, Sir,would you rush out to commit economics?”

“Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.”

“Perry. I want to see your back."Another surprise, but he nodded and turned away. Dropped his head forward and took the moment to try and calm his breath. He jerked when she traced the shape of the wings on his skin, a groan sliding out of him. Perry silently cursed himself. He couldn't have sounded more savage if he'd tried."Sorry," she whispered... "He's magnificent. Like you," she added softly. That was what did it.”

“From "Wetness and Water"How does a part of the world leave the world?How can wetness leave water?Do not try to put out a fireby throwing on more fire.Do not wash a wound with blood.No matter how fast you run,your shadow more than keeps up.Sometimes it's in front.Only full, overhead sundiminishes your shadow.But that shadow has been serving you.What hurts you blesses you.Darkness is your candle.Your boundaries are your quest.”

“Jenna ",he groaned. And when he licked his lips, he tasted the salt of his own tears.”

“Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself”