“It’s time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.”

You wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent.

Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars.

A young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls.

You live your life as if it’s real, a thousand kisses deep.

To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle’s shoulder.

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

Going nowhere isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.

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.