I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.

I will not be just a tourist in a world of images.

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

... America is the greatest humiliator in existence. It is always cultivating the power you get from humiliating others.