Having drunk the dregs of Your Love, I am intoxicated beyond recognition. Now, I only pray for the nearness of You so I may advance in my annihilation.
— Kamand KojouriAfter so many years, we kept our nearness, by paying with our distance.
— Mladen ĐorđevićNothing brings home closer than going home...
— Will AdviseWith wine and being lost, withless and less of both:I rode through the snow, do you read meI rode God far--I rode Godnear, he sang,it wasour last ride overthe hurdled humans.They cowered whenthey heard usoverhead, theywrote, theylied our neighinginto one of theirimage-ridden languages.
— Paul Celan