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.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.
The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.