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

Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.

The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.

All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.

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

Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition

THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM [all snap flags] Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.