“The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.”

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.

Love is the only engine of survival.

We’ve got to learn to love appearances.

I will never find the faces for all the goodbyes I’ve made.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.

You go to Heaven once you’ve been to Hell.

When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don’t know what to say.

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore.

I’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life-risk.

It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.

Remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.

European children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.

Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.