He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don't anymore. But I still enjoy it - just the physical act and all the - the whole business of making a thing out of language.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.