But harboring regrets is making love to the past, and there is no movement here.
Here is the world. It is not a safe place, but however frightening and bewildering life may become, we can survive our fears, grab them by the wolf ’s tail as Peter did, and make peace with the world.
To write,” Marguerite Duras remarked, “is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.
words are much stronger than I am.
We know the quality of another’s heart through her voice.
Once you know that you have a voice,” Louis said, “it’s no longer the voice that matters, but what is behind the voice.
Your voice is the wildest thing you own,” Brooke says to me. “And you’re giving it away. You can’t see it. Your obsession is blinding you.” He is angry. He is talking in shorthand. “You’re losing yourself.
To withhold words is power. But to share our words with others, openly and honestly, is also power.
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
