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

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?

Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.

The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.

To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with.

Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.