I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.

... we have so many voices in us, how do we know which ones to obey?

Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.

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

Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.

what makes us so afraid is the thing we half see, or half hear, as in a wood at dusk, when a tree stump becomes an animal and a sound becomes a siren. And most of that fear is the fear of not knowing, of not actually seeing correctly.

I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.