“I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.”
“I am moved by fancies that are curledAround these images, and cling:The notion of some infinitely gentleInfinitely suffering thing.Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;The worlds revolve like ancient womenGathering fuel in vacant lots.”
“...with the most infinite tenderness I have ever known in my life, he put his arms around me, gently, gently, and I embraced him around the neck, and we touched...”
“Substitution . . . the infinite cannot be made into matter, but it is possible to create an illusion of the infinite: the image.”
“I can feel infinitely alive curled up on the sofa reading a book.”
“The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.”