Caught between the tongue and the taste.

Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt - less and less sharp and biting into you.

What would it be like to live in a library of melted books. With sentences streaming over the floor and all the punctuation settled to the bottom as a residue. It would be confusing. Unforgivable. A great adventure.

Men know almost nothing about desire, they think it has to do with sexual activity or can be discharged that way. But sex is a substitute, like money or language. Sometimes I just want to stop seeing.

You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

We're talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.