Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater.

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.

If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

Where but in the very asshole of comedown is redemption: as where but brought low, where but in the grief of failure, loss, error do we discern the savage afflictions that turn us around: where but in the arrangements love crawls us through

Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.