“i learn urgentlythe architecture of lossthen find you again.”
“But now you can't find me or reach me or hurt me ever again and once I tell the words I am going to kick you off my porch and learn to breathe again.”
“Architecture is the learned game; correct and magnificent of forms assembled in the light”
“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again.“I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.”
“I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again.”
“The more I examine the universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the universe in some sense must have known we were coming.”