And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.

I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.

I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.