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.

Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate.

What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.

It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.

The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.

Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.

Madness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.