I don't know that we really think any thoughts; we think connections between thoughts. That's where the mind moves, that's what's new, and the thoughts themselves have probably been there in my head or lots of other people's heads for a long time.

he stood against the wind and let it peel him clean

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.

Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.