I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous. Take the skyline of Istanbul - enormous breasts, pathetic little willies, a final revenge on Islam. I was so scared I had to crouch in the bottom of the boat when I saw it.

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

I always used to suffer a great deal if I let myself get too close to reality since the definitive world of the everyday with itshard edges and harsh light did not have enough resonance to echo the demands I made upon experience. It was as if I never experienced experience as experience. Living never lived up to the expectations I had of it--the Bovary syndrome.