The other me, who did not mean to drown herself, went under the sea and remained there for a long time. Eventually she surfaced near Japan and people gave her gifts but she had been so long under the sea she did not recognize what they were. She is a sly one. Mostly at night we commune. Night. Harbinger of dream and nightmare and bearer of omens which defy the music of words. In the morning the fear of her going is very real and very alarming. It can make one tremble. Not that she cares. She is the muse. I am the messenger.

Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.

Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth.

I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.

I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.