Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

First impressions are always unreliable.

Faith, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.