“Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.”

We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.

Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

I don’t read reviews and I don’t know what to do with opinions, so I just lose them. They take up space, they become a process of manufacturing a persona, which I want to avoid.

Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.

A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

Caught between the tongue and the taste.

Lava bread makes you passionate.

Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.

They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.

I never really got over the fun of making letters.

When an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.

Feast to-day makes fast to-morrow.

Our actions must clothe us with an immortality loathsome or glorious.

When we acknowledge a child’s feelings, we do him a great service.

I think L.A. is beautiful.

I’m a big fan of Tom Stoppard’s work, and have been since I was in school where I studied him.

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife

A bit of a crisis of faith, I suppose.

If you see me happy, laughing, or in love then please, don’t disturb me.