I'm screaming for help and everybody's acting as if I'm singing Ethel Merman covers.
Words and a book and a belief that the world is words.
It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most "familiarity" is meditated and delusive.
No single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable.
There are secrets within secrets, though--always.
Worship your body, beauty, and sexual allure and you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.