“They can be like the sun, words.They can do for the heart what light can for a field.”
“How sad, a heart thatdoes not know how to love, thatdoes not know what it is to be drunk with love.If you are not in love, how can you enjoythe blinding light of the sun,the soft light of the moon?”
“You can pull a goat off into the field, but a memory you can only haul into the sun and hope it desiccates. Dries to something crumbled and odorless.”
“The sun is the biggest metaphor. The sun is the first candle. She can get there by its light.”
“You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.”
“Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.”