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

Lava bread makes you passionate.

Desire is no light thing.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.