A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him

A soul of water a soul of stone. A soul by name a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh our bone. The Soul is all and all alone!

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

It’s only when you’ve lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase “It’s a small world”. It isn’t. It’s a vast, devouring world, especially if you’re alone.

Always, worlds within worlds.

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.

There’s no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn’t know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.