For many minutes, for many hours, for a bleak eternity, he lay awake, shivering, reduced to primitive terror, comprehending that he had won freedom, and wondering what he could do with anything so unknown and embarrassing as freedom.
…what we are practicing
which everybody practices,
but strangely few of us
grow graceful in.
It takes time to live. Like any work of art, life needs to be thought about.
I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.
Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you?
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’