A: The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul.Q: It always happens?A: If we're lucky. And if we let ourselves be blind. Q: Instead of watching out?A: Instead of always watching out.

- Mary Zimmerman, Metamorphoses

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.

- Mary Zimmerman, Metamorphoses