We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.

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

They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.

Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evilbut if some god shakes your houseruin arrivesruin does not leaveit comes tolling over the generationsit comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floorand all your thrashed coasts groan

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

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

The beloved's innocence brutalizes the lover. As the singing of a mad person behind you on the train enrages you, its beautiful animal-like teeth shining amid black planes of paint. As Helen enrages history. Senza uscita.