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

The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.

I never really got over the fun of making letters.

Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

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.

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.