And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love...And you can never touch a girl in the same way more than once, twice, or another number of times however much you may wish to hold, wrap, or otherwise fix her hand, or look, or some other quality, or incident, known to you previously.

I don’t think you can talk about progress in art—movement, but not progress.

The death of God left the angels in a strange position.

How can you be alienated without first having been connected?

We are what we have been told about ourselves. We are the sum of the messages we have received. The true messages. The false messages.

Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.

The important thing is the educational experience itself — how to survive it.