“Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.”

“Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at its melancholy rim, green in its envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in its greatest rages, black.”

“we look up and we hope the stars look down, we pray that there may be stars for us to follow, stars moving across the heavens and leading us to our destiny, but it's only our vanity. We look at the galaxy and fall in love, but the universe cares less about us than we do about it, and the stars stay in their courses however much we may wish upon them to do otherwise. It's true that if you watch the sky-wheel turn for a while you'll see a meteor fall, flame and die. That's not a star worth following; it's just an unlucky rock. Our fates are here on earth. There are no guiding stars.”

“I learned: the first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.”

“Who hopes for an hour hopes for eternity. The world in an hour. What follows is unseen.”

“Sometimes it's just over and you can't make it all right. Justification by works: an overrated idea.”

“We crave permission openly to become our secret selves.”