"when child was a child, it walked with its arms swinging. it wanted the stream to be a river, the river to be a torrent and this puddle to be the sea. when the child was a child, they didn't know it was a child. everything was full of life, and all life was one. when the child was a child, it had no opinion about anything, it had no habits, it often sat cross-legged, took of running, had cowlick in its hair and didn't pull a face."

wings of desire (1987)