Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. ... We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.

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.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

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

Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.

No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.