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

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

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

A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.

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