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Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death,
lying together like lovers in kemmer,
like hands joined together,
like the end and the way.

SPURV

Jeg kvistet et tre og gikk inn i huset
for å hjelpe en spurv som kolliderte
med vinduet og falt ned i karmen
men egentlig er det ikke dette
som opptar meg, men at far sa
jeg så foreldreløs ut i speilet

BEGYNNELSE

Tenker du på noe, spurte jeg
mot slutten av vårt første møte
da hun plutselig ble så stille
På tida, sa hun, som renner ut
fordi det snart er natt, og
hvorfor må du hjem til ingen?

MINUTTER

Ta tida på alt, sa du
jeg skjønte ikke hvorfor

51 minutter tok det
fra hun kom
til de bar henne vekk

Not all roads that lead down lead up as well.

The prisoner is the jailer's jailer.

They can send death at once, but life is slower...

Beware of the ignorant, Lorenzo. They're the most dangerous enemy of all, because they are everywhere.

Og nå var han død og kista hans senka i bakken bak den hvitmalte kirka på Mørk, og uansett hvor hardt han nekta, nekta han ikke hardt nok

Autoriteten påstår om seg selv at den er sann. Retten påstår at den er rettferdig. Makten sier om seg selv at den er friheten, fordi friheten består i å innse nødvendigheten, som er å bøye seg for makten.

Det vil si at man følger den gamle metode å løse de indre problemer ved hjelp av å skaffe seg en såkalt ytre fiende.

Et liv tilbragt i løgn kan ikke reddes ved annet enn mere løgn.

For every inch of skin, there is memory. Devils are so made. Saints, too, if you believe in them. His humanity has been broken as an old walking stick that once held up a crippled man named Thomas. He realizes the stick and the man are one thing and he can fall. He has violated the laws beneath the laws of men and countries, something deeper, the earth and the sea, the explosions of trees. He has to care again. He has to be water again, rock, earth with its new spring wildflowers and its beautiful, complex mosses.

Now ocean and tears become one. It is the same element.

Remembering, in Spanish, means to pass something through the heart again, and now all the years are going through his heart again as he tries to turn away from the ocean. But he hears it and he knows it is out there. Some sleepless nights he goes out. But this night in his sleep he says, "Oh, look at all those beautiful life rafts."

I am earth, he thinks now. That's why I lived. I became the earth. This became his way of surviving.

All the stories live in our bodies, he thinks. Every last one.

When men decide in their secretly dark or hungry hearts to work their own will, there is little that can stop them. They have inner weather, sometimes unpredictable.

There were times when the light of the moon had gone out and she felt a great loneliness. It wasn't for herself. It was for what had happened to the grasses of their land, their waters, not just the massacre there, the slavery, but the killing of the ocean.