“What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?”

“Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.”

“I cannot separate the man you are now from the boy you were then, and it's killing me. I wanted everything for you, son.I still do.”

“When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy! ”

“Because if you can't dream you can't pretend that he's still there”

“As long as man was in the moolight he desired to reach the moon…there was bliss in the moonlight but the moon itself was distant. Moonlight was near but man longed for the moon…man reached the moon but there he was without moonlight. If one reaches the moon one does not find moonlight any longer and if one is in moonlight one does not find the moon. It is a strange fact that one is only because of the other…one is a sign of the other yet both are forever separate. If the Beloved is the Moon, moonlight is His remembrance. When the Beloved is present His remembrance is not and when His remembrance is present the Beloved is not. Proximity to one is distance from the other, Union with one is separation from the other. Thus union is hidden in every separation and separation in every union.”