Lava bread makes you passionate.

You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.

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.

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

Desire is no light thing.

I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented... I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.

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