Desire Creates Its Own Object.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .

Every House We Have Lived In, Every Building To Which Our Hands Have Lent Their Work, Belongs To Us By Virtue Of Love Or Of Regret.

Belief Sometimes Precedes Understanding; Faith Sometimes Precedes Scientific Evidence.

All Acts Performed In The World Begin In The Imagination.

There Are Places One Comes Home To That One Has Never Been To.