Baseball is a game where you can’t hide; your character is always on display

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

To do anything to a high level it has to be total obsession.

Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them

Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome.

The strangest things happen to you when you’re in hiding

I pretend I’m not hurt, I walk about the world like I’m having fun.