It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions

But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.

I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.

To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.

life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.

Rats live on no evil star