“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”

“Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.”

“I’ve never been afraid to die. Death in my dreams is a walk, compared to what we call life. If I have to fall, I want to do it my way, without anybody supporting me or pushing me.”

“Take my hand. We will walk. We will only walk. We will enjoy our walk without thinking of arriving anywhere.”

“Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.”

“Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”

“On my way, maybe I am looking for the destination, I am walking towards my destination by taking steps, I do not know how far, I am walking towards my destination, I do not see the way, I start thinking in the middle of the road, I keep my spirits in my life, maybe I can get my destination.”

“And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days…”

“I will never forget the vision of Jamie walking towards me.”

“She laughed and began undressing. She was brown underneath, but it was natural brown and not a tan. I was white and ghostlike. There was a blob of heaviness at my stomach. I pulled it in to hide it. She looked at the whiteness, at my loins and legs, and smiled. I was glad when she walked toward the water.”