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

The Greek language seems different than other languages. I'm not the only person to think this. Usually, I come up with some kind of dopey metaphor for why it's different. But it seems, somehow, more original, more like being in the morning of language.

Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition

A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.

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.

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.

You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.