There were many seas. The sea roared like a tiger. The sea whispered in your ear like a friend telling you secrets. The sea clinked like small change in a pocket. The sea thundered like avalanches. The sea hissed like sandpaper working on wood. The sea sounded like someone vomiting. The sea was dead silent. p. 215

I cannot think of a better way to spread the faith. No thundering from a pulpit, no condemnation from bad churches, no peer pressure, just a book of scripture …

Thank you. And so it goes with God.

I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time. p. …

If a fish is the movement of water embodied, given shape, then cat is a diagram and pattern of subtle air.

There's the wind on the heath, brother; if I could only feel that, I would gladly live for ever.

Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sures, L'eau verte penetra ma coque de sapin.